...or perhaps not
Apparently, my mother is not entirely sanguine about the invitation she agreed to on Friday.
She e-mailed to tell me that, upon reflection, she doesn't think it would be entirely comfortable to have both guys there. She knows they're okay with it, but she doesn't think that says much for either of them, and I should spend the weekend focussing on the Gentleman (hi!).
*Sigh* I guess it was too good to be true.
I'm debating offering to hold Thanksgiving dinner at the Eyrie-I'll cook a turkey and everything. Problem is, I don't think my grandmother could navigate the three flights of stairs to our apartment. Which means she won't be able to grill either fellow, but I'd be sorry not to have her, since I rather adore my grandmom. Maybe I'll phone her.
She e-mailed to tell me that, upon reflection, she doesn't think it would be entirely comfortable to have both guys there. She knows they're okay with it, but she doesn't think that says much for either of them, and I should spend the weekend focussing on the Gentleman (hi!).
*Sigh* I guess it was too good to be true.
I'm debating offering to hold Thanksgiving dinner at the Eyrie-I'll cook a turkey and everything. Problem is, I don't think my grandmother could navigate the three flights of stairs to our apartment. Which means she won't be able to grill either fellow, but I'd be sorry not to have her, since I rather adore my grandmom. Maybe I'll phone her.