Tonight is the homecoming dance at Fi’s high school. Wednesday afternoon, she told us her plans to go. I had to sign a permission slip (in it we had to promise not to grind dance or come or become inebriated at the dance) and she needed a dress. Well we wondered if she had something in her closet to use. Low and behold we remembered the dollar dress we bought at the flea market back in July. It didn’t fit her but for a dollar we bought it anyway. Well, we made it work thanks to the little jacket, (it’s strapless) and some safety pins. Fingers crossed that she doesn’t have a wardrobe malfunction. Finky decided to photo-bomb our photo session. In his defense, it was dinner time and his bowl was empty.