Prom, Senior

It's the kid's senior prom tonight.  After shopping for dresses and fretting over the subject, she decided on what she calls a Promper (ie., a prom romper--because a prom jumpsuit would be prumpsuit, which just doesn't work).  The eyebrows have been trimmed.  The nails have been done.  The hair was just done (she's not home from the hair place yet), and soon there will be makeup and departure.

There will be pictures, if the Perpetual Motion Teen™ will hold still for them.

Gorgeous. Or weird. Or both.

The girl herself.

In a moment of drama.

My daughter, folks.  She'll be here until August.

The cheery couple.

The chariot.  Better than a pumpkin, cheaper than a limo.

I hope they have a perfectly splendid evening.