If the parents are still upset, I recommend hiring someone who does stuff like singing telegrams, and have them dress up as a pig and sing an apology song to them.
Basically, you want to turn their anger into confusion.
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If the parents are still upset, I recommend hiring someone who does stuff like singing telegrams, and have them dress up as a pig and sing an apology song to them.
Basically, you want to turn their anger into confusion.
Dress up like a pig in a clown suit. That should put anyone off of the tasty stuff.
And give the kid a lifelong fear of pigs that'll ensure he never strays again. Really, they'll love you for it!
That's my thought too, Jesse.
Maybe I'm a terrible person, but I wish the person who made the meatballs had never said anything! Who needs that kind of agita? Not you, or the people who ate them.
Oh, yes! The mom asked for the recipe for the turkey/hamburger meatballs. If my friend had simply given her that recipe, rather than admitting she accidentally brought the wrong dish, it would have been a lot less stress.
I'd send a someecard but I don't know how it would be taken. I'll look for one to make me laugh, regardless.
I'd hate to get in the way of that.
Wait, I lie. I totally would love that.
Hee. Me, too.
Cash, did the person who porkified (very careful not to say porked) the meatballs tell both of you? I agree with Jesse and lisah. Also, bon bon is right, a simple apology is enough.
eta xpost!
The dress I just made is Not Looking Good. This pattern: [link] is a waste of my dick and jane fabric. I forgot why I only made one of these before. It fits weird around the collar and is not as flattering as I'd like. Back to duros instead.
So I'm still a little low on stamina, but am otherwise feeling much better. I hope that doesn't jinx it. I'm thinking the wobbly might be helped by eating something. Haven't done much of that the past few days. Had to run to target for more kleenex and that took way too much out of me...
So my nephew's favorite astronaut is now my deputy director. He's a coworker!
I love that your nephew has a favorite astronaut!
He's got a little shrine in his room: the autographed pictures I got, mission patches, posters of Hubble and the Shuttle. Even after a few years, it hasn't gotten old.
Kat, does it matter if the denim is very worn? Or torn?