Although it most definitely will not come as a surprise to those who know me, I must confess that I sincerely, decisively, passionately do not enjoy getting dressed up. I can not stand it. The thought of it makes me want to eat a quart of ice cream. I'd rather drive for 8 hours with 4 kids in the car. If I could live the rest of my life without ever dressing fancier than jeans, a black t-shirt, and some jewelry, I'd be perfectly content.
There. You can have the megaphone back.