Okay, so here’s the deal(s).
Our vacation dates have been agreed between hubby and me since January this year and set in stone (i.e. ticketed and confirmed) since August. Hubby’s family has known about our vacation timings since July, probably. We fly out next Friday, 12th December and don’t get back till January 10th. As some of you may recall, my sister-in-law (S) signed her marriage contract in May, went on honeymoon in October and is now (by all accounts) happily deflowered. Normally, the wedding party/reception would happen either just before or just after the honeymoon, but S has decided to wait until December (the 17th, to be exact) have her wedding party. Now MIL has asked/demanded us 5 times in the last 3 weeks (since they finally set the party date) to CHANGE our holiday plans so we can go to the stupid wedding party! F! R! O!
:mad::dubious:
Part 2 - so S and her new husband have moved into a little house and decided to have a luncheon/grill/barbecue party today (the aforementioned pot-luck for which I had to produce a last-minute dessert). I asked hubby what time we had to be there and he told me 12:30pm. We left the house at 12 and went to MIL’s house, since neither of us knows where S’s new place is. (Backstory - we are going an outdoor barbecue/grill lunch with outdoor temps around 70°F/21°C but gusty winds, so I dressed HRH in a hot-pink tracksuit, with a vest and long-sleeve T-shirt underneath) As soon as we walked in the door, I knew the party was not starting at 12:30 - MIL was still sitting on the sofa in her nightgown. And the first words out of her mouth were, “You can’t take Noor to the party dressed like that! She looks like a BOY! You can’t take her out like that in front of … PEOPLE!” Uhh, what people? This is a family party! She seriously wanted me to take HRH home and change her into a blouse, tweed skirt and wool tights! :rolleyes:
Part 3 - We took Noor home and fed her some lunch (which was when I posted my “teaser”), then took her (in her tracksuit! Bite me, B|TCH!) to the party, which started by about 2pm. Food was finally served by 3pm (by which time I was STARVING). S’s new house is in a small compound with a communal barbecue/swimming pool area, so we were all sitting around tables near the pool, with me jumping up and down like a jack-in-the-box, chasing after HRH and herding her away from the pool. At one point, I was standing literally 12 inches away from HRH (who was standing about 5 feet away from the pool, but walking towards it), when MIL sees a need to screech, “Pick her up!” I ignored but closed in to about 6 inches, at which point MIL SCREECHED, “Aaaghhh, PICK HER UP!!!” I grabbed Noor’s hand, turned around to MIL and said, “What is wrong with you?” and walked off! 
I have a nasty, nasty headache!
I suppose I’ve become the resident iPhone/iPod Touch guru, so any questions or whatever, feel free to bend my ear.
Poor General Tso. We et his chicken.