I am with you, Sox. I am trying to decide if I really have the strength to go on vacation with my mother for spring break. I have so much going on right now that I do not have the time or energy, and I pretty much never have the inclination for, the power struggle over where we go and what we do she is trying to enact right now. She is not teaching this semester and IT SHOWS. I tried to get her sidetracked into genealogy or something to keep her from pestering me, but so far that is not working.
Also, somebody apparently peed on a bookcase in the library last night. The antics of public library patrons are almost endless.
I didn't know mold was used in making soy sauce! My extreme allergic reaction to mold may explain why I always have a bad reaction to Chinese food: I don't react to the ingredients separately, but I do tend to slather the dish in soy sauce.
The last couple of seconds of that Jimmy Fallon clip are especially fun, if you didn't finish watching.
"Take a load off, Fanny."
I always thought it was Annie! Huh.
Nobody tells that dog what to do.
Ugh, Sox. I'm sorry that relative dwells on things that happened so many months ago and then unleashes the perceived slights on you. If she unleashes on HPF, then you have a much larger problem. On the other side of the family, HDE and HGE weren't even told about my Dad's surgery... those brothers!
Since my DH follows kosher rules but also is a very picky eater we have looked into the question of what he tells the people with whom he's interviewing with - the accepted practice seems to be that you may tell your interviewer ahead of time about being kosher/vegetarian/vegan, etc., but you may not tell them that you just don't like seafood. So he can refuse shrimp, but he has to suck it up if they give him salmon. Which is basically the same rules as a dinner party.
HDE and HGE weren't even told about my Dad's surgery... those brothers
I'ma email you what happened on my side of the family. Basically, that relative took the opportunity of your dad's surgery to complain about me. That was awesome.
I'm glad your dad's doing better.
Flea. Ugh. I admire you for trying the deflection technique. Separately, the peeing boggles me.
Kat, thanks. I hope so too. I'm doing everything I can here to make sure she knows and still has a great relationship with that relative.
the accepted practice seems to be that you may tell your interviewer ahead of time about being kosher/vegetarian/vegan, etc., but you may not tell them that you just don't like seafood. So he can refuse shrimp, but he has to suck it up if they give him salmon. Which is basically the same rules as a dinner party.
My mother had a friend over for dinner recently, and said afterward that it would be the last time, because she is too picky! I think half the problem was that she was too honest -- she told her all the things she doesn't like and/or prefers not to eat. If she had just said she "can't" eat them, my mother would have felt sorry for her, instead of being annoyed! NB: I think this is a bad strategy at a restaurant, but more OK with friends.
