Oh, I did forget to say OMG CUTIE EMMA. Cause holy goddamn.

Maria, that is an awesome dress.

Maria, you're going to be a gorgeous bride and DF is a sweetheart.

(Sorry the team lost.)

Squee! Maria, that is so wonderful. What a sweetheart.

I don't know if I ever said "howdy" to the StuntHusband. In case I didn't. Howdy!

eta: Not that the team lost. About the dress. Isn't it always about the dress?

You know, I keep forgetting to say hi to StuntHusband as well. So hello and welcome!

Thanks, Deena. I was floored when he offered. Totally unexpected. I feel guilty, though, because I don't want to seem greedy or spoiled.

I hope the babies begin the "treating mom well" portion of their development soon. You deserve it 10x more than I.

P-C's got good taste, too.

I think Maria deserves to be a little spoiled.

gorgeous dress!

Feeling blah about family stuff. I feel like I'm in (and have been) in the shithouse with some family members but no one says anything so I don't know if I'm being paranoid or what. And before ya'll say I am being paranoid, let me add that I found out that I'd been unwittingly selfish and thoughtless a few years ago over drinks with a family member, or at least percevied by other family members as such. It was just expected that if I didn't know what a cow I was, then there's just no hope for someone as rude and gauche as I am.

I try really hard to be as thoughtful and kind as I can, even more so, now. But I can't shake the feeling I'm still being shunned for whatever head-up-my-ass moves I did a couple years ago. It's frustrating, because there's a part of me that wants to yell and scream and shake things until how people really feel comes tumbling out. But then I realize that a) it would never happen that way and b) even if it did, do I really even want to deal with that passive aggressive BS? Or am I just paranoid that someone's mad at me, even for stupid reasons that reflect worse on them then on me?

To sum up, I wish I were at Teppy's wine tasting right now.

OK, vent/rant over!

::squeezes the stuffing out of Ginger::

::throws in a smooch for good measure::

I'm glad the Nichols manhunt is over. I was worried about you, DF and the team. Now I can sleep tonight.

Isn't it always about the dress?

Hell yeah. Silk mikado fabric waits for no one.

Yeah. There's something funny about a reason to live being whatnot imo. Weird 21st century etiquette conundrum: My brother just read in Capitol Times that Representative S., in another district is an out-and-proud bisexual woman...it was news to him but not to me, which means we had a class together or went to NOW meetings or YD's back in the day because it's not like somebody's like "Nice day. You know I like women too, right?" But I cannot remember where I know her from!

I feel like I'm in (and have been) in the shithouse with some family members but no one says anything so I don't know if I'm being paranoid or what.

It's frustrating, because there's a part of me that wants to yell and scream and shake things until how people really feel comes tumbling out. But then I realize that a) it would never happen that way and b) even if it did, do I really even want to deal with that passive aggressive BS?

{{{Nora}}}

Sometimes you have to force people to face things they would prefer to keep hidden. Who's being rude and gauche by continuing to punish you for innocent slights committed years ago? Maybe they need a shove to get over it and move on. If they don't, it's not your fault and you can't keep berating yourself for past mistakes. You've obviously learned from them, so there's no way in hell you're a lost cause.

Nora, nothing to offer but btdt. (In my experience trying to face it head on added nothing, but my family are almost all walking affect disorders, as the Bitches know, so it might be different with, you know, people.)