No, not out any additional money, thank god. I don't think it's the right behavior on their part, but they are who they are, so what can ya do except be gobsmacked.
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
You could be a pissy little bitch. Well, maybe you couldn't. I might, though.
Kate and Wills alternative commemorative plate.
but they are who they are, so what can ya do except be gobsmacked.
Pretty much this. Well, I mean, you could do other things but most of them mean you end up with very ugly familial relationships... So you decide what's important and just get through the rest.
So you decide what's important and just get through the rest.
They are parents, and Scrappy and her DH are grownups. But in my family? Sheeit. The pettiness that would result (and that I'd totally play into--I'm still paranoid that the woman we've been shunning for nine years (my mother saw her once and dissed her in public) is going to show up at this event next weekend, and I have no idea how to act. Except, not that warmly)
It was way beyond rude, though. You'd have been well within your rights to say, "Well, that check's going to bounce, isn't it?"
smonster, I hope you feel better soon, and I will refrain from waking you at 6:30am this week.
Ooo, yes, Zenkitty, thanks. I have had sushi and am drinking Throat Coat, and then I will dose with the ibuprofen.
I have come to hate throat cote. like, i just kinda gagged on a cup and tossed the whole thing.
- sigh* I stupidly opened a facebook note to friends of friends (so it could be shared) rather than my usual filter of "friends minus mouthy jerk who inserts himself forcefully into every discussion ever anywhere" and am rather annoyed that i allowed him access to my brain for even a few minutes. I really need to just unfriend the guy, but he's actually rather nice in person...just irritating as all get out with his keyboard.
Yikes, erin. I hope I never have to drink that much.
It's sleeting now. Yay.