Wow. School has already started for you guys? Don’t you know it’s morally wrong to send kids to school before Labour Day?
Apparently not.
I am working today, and then I have Nine. Days. Off. A vacation! A real one! Yay!
Wedding hell was very Wedding hell. I hadn’t thought seriously about Other Quasi-Daughter’s neuroses before agreeing to all of this crap.
‘Does this make me look fat? Are you sure it doesn’t make me look fat? How about we completely change everything? Is it nice to be married? Should I be getting married? Maybe I shouldn’t get married.’
‘Shut up’, says I, ‘You have to get married. We already bought the damn fabric and you don’t look fat’.
She’s also the messiest person I’ve ever met. She’ll pull out something from her suitcase, walk two steps, and absentmindedly drop it on the floor. And leave it. She brought two hundred and fifty pounds of luggage. It looked like a clothing store exploded all over our apartment.
Bless Quasi-Daughter. She came over on Saturday to help us shop for a sari and a hip scarf, and then got Other Quasi-Daughter packed while reassuring her about marriage and the dress and the invitations. Then she tidied. I was at work. Bless her. I’m going to do something nice for her maybe tomorrow. Cake, or something.
I am exhausted.
In spite of all her weird quirks, Other Quasi-Daughter isn’t nearly as annoying as she sounds. She’s really very lovable, she’s just incapable of putting anything away, and getting married has made her more neurotic than usual.

I released the report that I’d spent a month working on to the weekly business paper last Monday and then was supposed to send it to the daily on Thursday so they would both print it on Friday. Note the “supposed to.” I just realized this morning that I completely forgot on Thursday. And then one of the VPs came over to ask about it because he got a call from the daily paper and they’re not happy. I feel really bad. But I just forgot! 