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The weekend from hell...
...I'd never thought I'd ever look forward to monday...
Reasons:
1. The dinner...We ended staying there an extra HOUR AND A HALF!! Because my dad neglected to mention (and by this I mean purposely ommitted) the fact that dinner started at 7, NOT 6.
2. The brats (My affectionate term for my destructive cousins) came over. And I had to babysit them. Alone. Without notice. Indefinately.
3. Comp decided to crash on me. again. and again. and yet again.
4. Oh, and let's not forget this little tidbit...
*flashback*
So, we're at the dinner. My sister and I are stuck sitting at the 'kiddie table' because we're overcrowded. Figures. I'm eating and minding my own business, when some lady calls out..."My little daughter-in-law"
And I figure...she's talking to someone behind me--after all, we are, in a crowded restaurant...can you see where this is going?
Yep. She's talking to me. I'm the little daughter in law. She come over, pats my head (as if I were a dog) and starts talking about how much I've grown...
And as you're reading this, keep in mind...I have no idea who this person is. What's more, I don't care who she is. I just want this to be a horrible dream and wake up.
Guess what? It's not a dream.
My mom said later that it was an old joke, and the parents within the group always 'marry' their children. All I have to say is, it'd had better be just a joke.
...I'd never thought I'd ever look forward to monday...
Reasons:
1. The dinner...We ended staying there an extra HOUR AND A HALF!! Because my dad neglected to mention (and by this I mean purposely ommitted) the fact that dinner started at 7, NOT 6.
2. The brats (My affectionate term for my destructive cousins) came over. And I had to babysit them. Alone. Without notice. Indefinately.
3. Comp decided to crash on me. again. and again. and yet again.
4. Oh, and let's not forget this little tidbit...
*flashback*
So, we're at the dinner. My sister and I are stuck sitting at the 'kiddie table' because we're overcrowded. Figures. I'm eating and minding my own business, when some lady calls out..."My little daughter-in-law"
And I figure...she's talking to someone behind me--after all, we are, in a crowded restaurant...can you see where this is going?
Yep. She's talking to me. I'm the little daughter in law. She come over, pats my head (as if I were a dog) and starts talking about how much I've grown...
And as you're reading this, keep in mind...I have no idea who this person is. What's more, I don't care who she is. I just want this to be a horrible dream and wake up.
Guess what? It's not a dream.
My mom said later that it was an old joke, and the parents within the group always 'marry' their children. All I have to say is, it'd had better be just a joke.