S’okay, rosie, I went and hurled a few home truths around for ya… I didn’t really want to have kids, but I did want to have sex and really didn’t want to have an abortion, so here we are. I love my kids and wouldn’t be without them, but I don’t think I was any great shakes as a parent and if I had it to do over I’d really have to think about it before getting knocked up. I think the mindless worship of the cult of the child is friggin’ sick and it’s long past time we, as a society, moved past it. Read some Sheri Tepper sometime, that’ll make you feel much better about your decision!
I don’t mind chill and rainy, snowbunny, just not in friggin’ August when we’ve barely had any nice weather all summer is all. I don’t want grotesquely hot but it’d be nice to have a few more sunny days around 85, is that too much to ask?
The Saga of the Sash continues–my daughter read y’all’s comments regarding it and now she’s even more resentful about having to wear it. Himself has gallantly offered to throw himself on the grenade and take responsibility for spilling something horrible all over the flipping thing. The family consensus is that the Wonderful White Tux will have either a cigarette burn or a fart stain (that was Grandboy’s guess, we’re so proud of him! sniff) before the ceremony starts. Add in that the groomsmen are wearing black suits, white shirts, black vests and straight ties and the picture gets even wonkier. What, they couldn’t let the poor groom wear a black suit with maybe a peridot cummerbund or vest to tie in with the bride’s attendants? Or a white vest under a black jacket? We’re all hoping DIL gets a bout of sense and lets him change to a black suit… I mean, really, he’d have to wear WHITE SHOES AFTER LABOR DAY! Damn. :dubious:
Still, I’m glad everyone’s at least getting a giggle out of it…
Spaz, Peter rulez–give him an extra proud head scritch, the little mouse murderer!
Yay Tigs for getting done with JobFromHell! W00t!