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In the future, if B. walks up the driveway complaining about the heat, when she's been in an air-conditioned car and I've just returned from taking a break from party setup to schlepping one hundred and forty pounds of ice in ninety-plus-degree weather...
Well, she'd better not. That's all.
But, y'know, after she had a couple of brews, and I had a few glasses of wine, and the family friend who did the photos for the wedding showed up with a case of some really good beer, she got much easier to take.
Mom, on the other hand... well, I was glad when the first guests' arrivals cut short her long tirade about her issues with my aunt. Not that they weren't justified, but given that my aunt married my father's brother not too long after my folks tied the knot, I don't know why Mom expects my aunt to think about other people. Things would be much less stressful around there if Mom would just shrug it off like the rest of us do.
More soon. In the meantime, huge shout-out to J. for making all that outstanding food to the background noise of a steady stream of familial meltdowns. If anyone in the general L.A. area needs a caterer who can put together a kick-ass spread in the midst of chaos, I'd be happy to put you in touch. And, gals? He's single.
Well, she'd better not. That's all.
But, y'know, after she had a couple of brews, and I had a few glasses of wine, and the family friend who did the photos for the wedding showed up with a case of some really good beer, she got much easier to take.
Mom, on the other hand... well, I was glad when the first guests' arrivals cut short her long tirade about her issues with my aunt. Not that they weren't justified, but given that my aunt married my father's brother not too long after my folks tied the knot, I don't know why Mom expects my aunt to think about other people. Things would be much less stressful around there if Mom would just shrug it off like the rest of us do.
More soon. In the meantime, huge shout-out to J. for making all that outstanding food to the background noise of a steady stream of familial meltdowns. If anyone in the general L.A. area needs a caterer who can put together a kick-ass spread in the midst of chaos, I'd be happy to put you in touch. And, gals? He's single.
posted by sib at 10:19 PM
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In the future, if B. walks up the driveway complaining about the heat, when she's been in an air-conditioned car and I've just returned from taking a break from party setup to schlepping one hundred and forty pounds of ice in ninety-plus-degree weather... Well, she'd better not. That's all.
This is where the Look Of Death comes in handy.
If that doesn't work, then you take her by the hand (babbling on or not,) drag her to the bags of ice, hand her two bags, and tell her to get to work.
Well, sounds good on paper.
I can't wait to hear the rest.
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