It's really, truly over. Freedom never tasted so sweet!

Mar 27, 2010 12:11

Henceforth I will refer to my biological parents as The Parental Units, or the Maternal/Paternal Units. My inlaws will be Mom and Dad.

The Paternal Unit's bday was this past Wed. Hubby and I didn't get together with them then; we'd been told they were planning to do something this weekend.

As readers of my and its_koi's journal may know, I recently emailed the Maternal Unit a "horoscope" I ganked from The Onion, which described her perfectly. She chose, apparently, to share it with her spouse.

I called the Parental Units a few minutes ago to discuss bday plans. The Maternal Unit answered, told me the Paternal Unit would call me back, and hung up. When the Paternal Unit called me back, he pulled out his violin and tried to wax eloquent about how "heartbroken" he and the Maternal Unit were. How they "couldn't understand what happened". And that, henceforth, the only way either of them wanted contact with me was if I "apologized" to the Maternal Unit for sending her the horoscope thing.

I haven't decided yet if I'm gonna take hubby to the Sting concert, or if I'm gonna just return the tickets, since that was two hundred bucks I really didn't need to spend.
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