Eight a.m.? Time to Be Confrontational.
Me: Are you going to start doing the dishes after dinner again, or what?
C: Hmm? Yeah, that’s lame. I won’t do that anymore.
Me: What? The dishes are lame and you’re done with them?
Me: Well, if that’s the case, I will enjoy eating Thai food every night.
C: …AND I will enjoy having you make it every night.
Dammit. Ninja pwt!
I Guess I Haven’t Posted About PMS in Oh, a Month or So.
Me, getting out of the shower: Look at me. Loooooook at me. LOOK. Do I look different to you?
Me, squeezing fatty parts: NO, SERIOUSLY. Do I look different?
C: Okay. Well, I can remember a time…when you looked…heavier?
Well, bonus points to my fella for style.
ADDITIONALLY, please show me your opinions on etiquette.
Scenario: I invited the neighbors to a little holiday open house thingummy we want to throw. They accepted, which went like this.
Them: Oh, we’d love to drop by. But we have guests in from out-of-town this weekend. So we’ll just bring them!
Question: What is a better response than “Duuuh okay”? After I went into the house, I thought I could have said something like, “Well, we would like to invite people we know.” Is that too much? Of course, I won’t know some of my guest’s dates, but that’s different. These neighbors are coupled up already and so will be bringing bonus mystery people. Please advise for the future.
Actually, forget it. I am not throwing parties anymore. Goodbye, cruel social world, hello cruel nunnery.
In my dealings with people under fifty I am starting to think that all the time I spent devouring etiquette books while babysitting was not time well spent, but instead the makings of an insufferable GIT.
Also, I very much enjoyed this post by a professor friend.