Samba, baby!

I get to go out to dinner at a real restaurant tonight.  By "real" I mean that I don't think they have a kid's menu.

I'm going to wear my Spanx and my shaping camisole. 

I bought a new tube of mascara specifically for the occasion.

I will not wear flip flops.  I will take the pack of Pampers wipes out of my purse.

If things get really crazy, I may even decide to spray on perfume before we leave. 

I am going to have a cocktail and eat meat served from a sword.

Tonight I get to be a real grown-up.

Samba, baby.