sending out the ~ma to DJ's friend's mom, and Rigatoni, and omnis's dad, and Brenda's sister. Lots of ~ma, all around.
I gave up trying to classify all my cousins. Apparently I'm related to half the state of Tennessee. Anyone my grandparents' age was "Aunt" and "Uncle" and anyone younger was "Cousin". I called people whatever my mom called them. At some point in my developing awareness I realized that all these old people (my grandmother had a LOT of friends and relatives and someone visited every day) had first and last names, and lives wherein they knew each other before I came along. I remember being somewhat shocked to find that the old guy who smelled like whiskey and drew me rabbits was not just "Uncle C.D.", he was my grandmother's brother, Charles D. Stone, once the little kid in the old family photo in the spare bedroom. Frankly, it was weird.
I still miss getting an Easter Dress. I think I'll start again.
Oh, that's a tradition I like. Is it too late to buy this year's Easter dress?
I also love the term "anecdata", and will steal it.
Yet another reason why I need to finish my bookshelves and get all my books unpacked so I can at least figure out what I own.
-t is me.
I think you should casually mention how being preggers makes you hungry all the time and then faint dramatically about 20 minutes later.
A friend of mine actually did that! Not faking. We were in one of those one-hour meetings that turn into 3 hours because no one will shut up, and after timidly mentioning a couple times that she hadn't had breakfast, she turned paper-white and passed out and fell out of her chair. (She was fine. Just needed OJ and an egg sandwich.) Ever since then, anytime one of us ladies says firmly, I have to eat now, the team meeting wraps up in a hurry. We try not to abuse our power.
Happy house-hunting, Barb!
oo, long post. I should be working.