Grown Ups

Right after we drove back home from our PDX flight, we continued North to home then on to Seattle (after dropping off the two oldest with Gma) for MacDaddy's Christmas FancyPants party.

I did tell hubs that I don't make good arm candy and if he could please recruit someone else, that would be great. But since Georgi was under age I did indeed have to attend.

The company put us up in the #1 hotel in Seattle (is this self proclaimed, cause I don't trust it, haha!), which happened to be where the PioneerWoman stayed while here (I won't mention Led Zepplin, Stevie Wonder, The Beatles because really the PioneerWoman stayed there, sheesh).

The bosses daughters babysat baby G in the room so we could dine in luxury. Eh, hem.

The realities of a baby in a luxury hotel with easy access to the toilet paper.

 Rustic luxury. 

 Bad pic, but you get the ideer. Little black dress. I've yet to decide if nylons are for old ladies. I'm thinking yes. MacDaddy voted for nylons, blah. Purple shoes not shown (I have a small wild side, very small). And the dress is classically gorgeous, but I just can't seem to convey that. New model please!

 Yum-O, but for the record, he's playing games on his phone. Yes sir.

While I didn't drink too much (open bar) I managed to eat splendidly. It's amazing how really, really, REALLY good food tastes. I know, because I savored every last smidgen. Darn nylons.