I need to move my tushie.

Really.

Daniel asked me to take a DVD back to the library, and I just remembered I bought a pile of stuff to make salsa with yesterday. Need to actually make it.

Need to take shower, first.

Want nap.

Must.

Find.

Pronouns.

So, the shower is in the room the MoH has purchased using points from her husbands travels. We (the guests) are invited to hang there or by the pool, then have the shower in the room, followed by the Bachlorette Party dinner whatever and then, we can all cram into the room for 10 of us to sleep there.

This just gets weirder all the time. Honestly.

And again, with the "She's clearly trying to fake a level of lifestyle she ain't got but desperately wants (people to think she has)."

Of course, I had no bridal showers and no baby showers, so I'm not much with the getting of the concept anyway. I like the ones where I take a covered dish and a present to someone's house, and there is casual non-orchestrated pleasantness.

P-C, glad things seem to be going forward in some fashion. Best of luck with however they pan out.

Thanks!

Now I will have to endure the shame of my parents as they give me the "you could do better" every time we talk.

Actually, if someone could spring for my ticket, I'd be happy to fly in and play the part.

transfers frequent flyer miles to JZ

Now I will have to endure the shame of my parents as they give me the "you could do better" every time we talk.

Well, sure you could. I mean, everybody could. There's always better. And there's always worse.

And I'm going to bed. Clearly on 3 hours of sleep I'm chatty but not terribly deep.

Now I will have to endure the shame of my parents as they give me the "you could do better" every time we talk.

Been there. Hopefully it will eventually get better.

When I told my mom in undergrad that I was going to be just a theatre major and drop my other majors her response was, "But why would you do that, theatre is what talented people do."

It wasn't until years later that they started to understand I might have a little talent.

Now I will have to endure the shame of my parents as they give me the "you could do better" every time we talk.

But at least it's familiar, right? Sorry they can't change their tune. (But seriously, not that different from many parents. Mine have different verses from your parents, but a remarkably similar chorus).

I was thinking of you this weekend. My Kung Fu school had a beach party, and I met the (white) girlfriend of one of the (Indian) instructors. I mentioned something about having a friend who was struggling with similar. The girlfriend said something about his family not being as traditional (I believe the phrase second-generation may have been thrown in), but she still seemed kinda uncomfortable (actually made me wonder if I may have accidentally trod upon toes). Anyway, umm, thought of you this weekend.

Jeez, sometimes my username just really exerts its accuracy, dunnit?

When I told my mom in undergrad that I was going to be just a theatre major and drop my other majors her response was, "But why would you do that, theatre is what talented people do."

Isn't the Passive-Aggressive vibe an amazing thing?

That's true, Hec, but still and all, nobody needs to start saving boxes yet. Apart from any possible omens, I hate that he does that.

So, the shower is in the room the MoH has purchased using points from her husbands travels. We (the guests) are invited to hang there or by the pool, then have the shower in the room, followed by the Bachlorette Party dinner whatever and then, we can all cram into the room for 10 of us to sleep there.

This is too much. It's way way beyond tacky into insanity.I think you should use what Andi wrote. I know you don't want to get The Bride involved with this, but she may not have any idea of what the MoH is doing and should probably know.

Oh, *I* don't have Teh Cramps

I do.

Ack! Epic, I have to reschedule the ice cream on Friday. I just got an email from the friends I cat sat for last weekend saying how much they were looking forward to seeing me on Friday. I totally had forgotten that I either invited them over or invited myself to their place... Dolt! It was in the future when I did it, therefore not real to me.