And those people are acting like utter assholes.
I know they think they're being cute, or funny. (I assume. If they're being passive-aggressive twatwaffles, then fuck them harder.) But it's still shitty and inappropriate.
I should say that if someone with whom I had lamented Tim's EPIC slowpoke-ness made an "About time" comment, it would be more okay. But that's knowing your friends, and knowing who you can tease, and about what, etc.
Right after he proposed, we called all our family, and then his sister-in-law called her kids, and one of the nephews (the totally geeky one who I enjoy immensely) texted right away to say congratulations, and said "About f@&#ing time!" (I guess he decided actually saying "fucking" to his uncle was pushing it.) And then he texted back immediately, saying "I mean because I wanted you to do it for so long!" And THAT, I thought was sweet. Plus, he's family, and well aware of the family slowpoke-ness.
Teppy, definitely better to vent here. I'm sure if you called them out on it, they'd be baffled about what they did wrong, even though they are most definitely wrong.
JZ, if you're around can I just say how very bad you are for introducing me to the crack that is zulilly.com. I want to buy my niece all the things.
When Stephen and I told people we were getting married -- in December, and we decided in August, and I was 21 and he was 23 -- you would not believe how many people asked me to my face if I was pregnant. Uh, no.
And being really uncharitable to some of them, I explained very carefully how ill my mother was and that we wanted to be sure she could be at our wedding.
That was fun.
When Stephen and I told people we were getting married -- in December, and we decided in August, and I was 21 and he was 23 -- you would not believe how many people asked me to my face if I was pregnant. Uh, no.
Wow. (I have had a few friends get married that quickly and that young, and I may have thought, "Hmm, wonder if she's pregnant," but I certainly knew better than to actually ask.)
I got married at 19 and never had anyone ask if I was pregnant. Then again, I kinda wish at least one person, like my mom, had asked me if I really knew what I was doing. But without doing that I wouldn't have my marvelous kids, so there is that.
My parents were married when Mom was 24, which her family considered old (my great-grandmother used to tell her she was going to have to put her on a shelf and dust her). Their engagement was a very short one, so everyone was convinced she was pregnant, but I didn't come along for another 6 years.
I have no real opinion on how long stuff like that should take. Because I had a plan for five years that took more like ten or twelve, and I'm still not where I want to be. Although, yes, Tep, if Tim ran off with a dressmaker or something, I would have probably thought "Too bad, I thought he was the one."
Oh, everybody assumed I was pregnant. I mean, who would leave a good Christian school in the dead of night if not because she's knocked up? Years later, I told Dave, well, I guess they don't think I was pregnant anymore! And he said, naw, they probably just think you aborted.
