Look what arrived in the mail last night - and didn't my inner catty-catty girl come roaring out... the invite, the wedding invite to the Red-neckerson extravaganza! Whoot! At least they addressed it to both of us - by name, part of me was half expecting "the people we have to invite because there is a shared last name - somewhere." But that would also require a level of truthfulness and candor that simply doesn't exist in this crowd. Meow
The invite is black and white, oh sure it's got boarders and stuff, but (meow) it looks computer generated but they did include a stamp on the reply card... color me amazed (insert kitty growling noise here) -- I think you're getting the point by now aren't you? If not I'll keep with the cat noises... I thought so. Any who... I opened it before Bubba got home because well I couldn't help myself... as in curiosity killed the -- you know. So emotions have been simmering today mostly I'm still ticked that a person could dis their family member in such a manner and that the parental units of said family let it happen. Oh I know what happened.. they made up their mind and Niece's A's mother (sister-witch) T said F-him it's your day. So fine. I think if I go I will try and talk to T's husband and say listen - do me a favor when the old people drop dead - could you give us a call? Because your wife won't and I'm sure my husband wouldn't mind saying good-bye to his parents. I on the other hand by then will probably will wear a red dress and drink at the service - give me another 20 years of this crap and that is exactly what I will do. AND I'll laugh like hell when we get presented with the bill - oh no pumpkin yee who plans pays... enjoy! And all caps (MEOW) -- sorry just had to toss that one in.... needed the release.
So for this 15 minutes in our week I feel bad for my hubby - which will go down in a flaming ball of glory by Thursday as the party stuff starts making it's self known in the house... (more on that later)
Back to the 'Neckerson Wedding - as in Red - Neckerson, we have dodged one bullet - there will NOT be tents on a farm - thank goodness I was not looking forward to dress shoes dodging cow pies. (tiny meow.. sorry I'll quit) So we have the standard Western PA Fire hall - hey good enough for everyone else I know good enough for them. Now I am led to understand that said groom has several siblings of the sister and brother variety - Niece A has one of the sister variety - so what will the wedding party consist of? And will I be considered part of the family? I wasn't last time. My husband and I were the hired help last time and frankly it was expensive to be so... I wasn't blogging then - perhaps I should document her first wedding... later. Post a comment if you want to here THAT story through the lens of high and cranky on fertility drugs - oh the joy and bliss ... I know you won't as everyone that reads this thing has heard that story. ;-) LOL
So the question remains 1) do I beg the sister to go or 2) take the NYC neighbor... 3) Wedding gift? - Cash but how much - will have to talk to Major Tightwad about that one. 4) Dress code? 5) How much bling to wear - after all -- all of it would be gaudy wouldn't it? Yeah 6) How do I get cake and duck out early claiming doggie needs? 7) How nice do I have to be to my sister-in-law? 8) Why am I doing this?
There is the puzzler - why am I doing this? Because I want to dispel the myth that Bubba and I are bad people. Apparently having an opinion different from your family members makes you a bad person. Which apparently explains my relationship with my sister-in-law and her relationship with her brother. Of course having nothing in common doesn't help either. And I've wandered off the path again... kinda like my feelings on this. I'll RSVP - for two and if I end up stag I'll go, eat and disappear early I don't need the cake - especially if it's covered in crappy fondant. (Bleck)
All right on to other topics, lists, my lists are starting to have lists, how much can I get done Friday - what do I have to wait to do on Sunday - I need to talk to Nana.
Another thought popped into my head about my in-laws have I mentioned their call asking to stay over on the busiest weekend we have this month? You had to know they had to plan a bit ahead for this beach vacation - WHY didn't you call us then!! We could have worked something -- weeks ago. You wait until 7 days it's too late in our world. We have lives. I'm thinking to ease my semi-guilty brain calling my mum-in-law and better tell her what's going on because I know the great communicator I live with just told his mama my parents were coming down... but then again... see all the catty above. *sigh*
I guess I better get back to work. Suggestions, advice and recreational drugs welcome. Yeesh.
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