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I can easily give back the dress and tell them both to get bent.
It's reaching that point. However, you don't have to say "get bent"; you can say "I can't afford this right now, but I hope you have a lovely time."
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Did I also mention said wedding is in MICHIGAN? And that Joe is in it too?
That sounds lovely actually.
Consider yourself pencilled-in (but really dark pencil, the kind that gets smeary if you try to erase it).
Aimee, you seem to be handling this beautifully. I'm full of admiration. (This being the wedding crap, rather than finances crap. Not that you're not coping there too, I just think you'll require a bit less grace and a bit more ass-kickage). Make Joe get you an ice cream or something tonight.
(but really dark pencil, the kind that gets smeary if you try to erase it)I'm left-handed. It all smears unless I just commit and move on.
Thanks, guys. For the support and the listening. And as for ice cream, I've been comnfort eating all day so I'm gonna eat well tonight and start over in the morning.
And as for ice cream, I've been comnfort eating all day so I'm gonna eat well tonight and start over in the morning.
Yay, Re-Set! Or Re-Boot! Or Something!
Aimee, I'm really sorry. You so don't need this right now.
{{{GC}}}} much ease-ma to your grandmother.
I was talking to my aunt on Saturday and her SiL was threatening her FiL with a feeding tube because the poor old man has no appetite and can't eat. She was telling him, "if you don't eat, we're going to have to stick a feeding tube in you." Bleh.
Aimee, I hope that this wedding/shower is at least fun for you. The headaches and expense you've incurred are beyond the pale. If it gets any worse, I strongly support the nuclear "get bent" option.
Christopher wanted to go to a local Italian cafe tonight for dinner. Even though I *knew* said bistro is a bit pricey and fancy for taking a toddler, I agreed because it's closer than Olive Garden and has much better pasta. Of course, O was not very cooperative and I got the sense that the guy at the next table drinking the $9 glass of scotch and eating his $7 salad before the $15 plate of pasta didn't actually appreciate the baby's loud antics. We got our entrees packed up to go. It was for the best, really. And the nice waitress did give us some extra pieces of their nummy bread.