Oh hell no
I have now bought so many wedding, baby and going away gifts from the same store that they recognize me and give me a frequent customer discount. ARE.YOU.FUCKING.KIDDING.ME?
No, apparently I am not.
Yes, I am suffering from a severe bought of self-pity, and I'll resume keeping a lid on that in just a minute, but for now I feel entitled to sob a bit: I'm not getting invited to your weddings, you aren't proclaiming me God-Mother-Supreme-pontifex-maximus for your babies, and you keep forgetting to email me from your new exotic locales...f this s. I am such a sad old curmudgeon lady that any second now I'm about to say "Always the bridesmaid, but never the bride..." But I'll refrain...just for a little while more, until the back of my arm fat folds entirely over my elbows and I get many cats.
No, apparently I am not.
Yes, I am suffering from a severe bought of self-pity, and I'll resume keeping a lid on that in just a minute, but for now I feel entitled to sob a bit: I'm not getting invited to your weddings, you aren't proclaiming me God-Mother-Supreme-pontifex-maximus for your babies, and you keep forgetting to email me from your new exotic locales...f this s. I am such a sad old curmudgeon lady that any second now I'm about to say "Always the bridesmaid, but never the bride..." But I'll refrain...just for a little while more, until the back of my arm fat folds entirely over my elbows and I get many cats.