Who really likes jello molds anyway?

Today I am missing Mike's Christmas party. I'm a little bummed about it. Isn't that one of my wifely duties? To put my hair in rollers and put on my best sweater and smile for a few hours even though my feet hurt? To secretly hope that everyone likes my lemon bars more than any of the other desserts, because who really likes jell-o molds anyway?

That may sounds like torture to most people, but for some sick reason I love this kind of thing. Especially if I don't have to talk to anyone. I'm a little socially awkward. Especially without a glass of wine to lubricate my inhibitions.

But, alas, I have to work. And finish my finals. (My last final of my whole life.) Besides, Candice won't be there either. I would be very upset if she was going and I wasn't. It would have been fun for the two of us to hide in a corner and snicker about what old ladies who work for the government think is proper attire for an afternoon Christmas party at a rec center. It's also fun to wonder how all those nerdy employees have such hot wives.

I'm also glad it's not a dress up event. I would be very upset if I was missing out on an opportunity to break out my liquid eyeliner.

But, instead, Mike and Bailey will go to the party without their wives. They will bring napkins and plates instead of lemon bars and artichoke dip. They will probably be wearing something completely unfestive. And then they will sneak out early so that they can come home.

Sounds pretty lame to me.