
I wiggle (thank God for Spanx!) into a cocktail dress, go down and host the thing. I come back to my white-faced nanny, who is pointing dramatically at the backyard. Apparently, The Todd set out rat traps before going on his trip, and two of the traps...well...tripped. I teeter out in my 3 inch heels and Vera Wang cocktail dress to clean up the rats. One has been there a couple of days and is...juicy. See evidence.

While balancing in my 3 inch heels, I fall into the rat. I'm now power-gulping a glass of wine and trying to figure out what cleaner will accept a dress covered in juicy rat.
was there a cocktail dangling from your little paws as you bent to clean up the rat while wearing the 3 inch heels and tight dress? drinkypoos! that may be the problem right there, darling!
ReplyDeleteNope. I never drink at an appearance--even at a wine festival! Something about DUI's, ending up in a ditch, killing someone else...naw. Although falling into the rat sober would not have been my first choice.
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