At the risk of pissing off my sister Jen, who does not believe in recycling, I'm reposting from this same day last year, Feb 8. Which incidentally is my niece Jillian's 10th birthday. Woohoo Jilli! I have to do the old repost thing because I have a lot of running around to do today and I probably won't get a chance to write a coherent and or mildly amusing post. So if you were a reader last year, go ahead and skip. If not, feel free to read on.
You know, after I posted yesterday, it occurred to me that all of you three people that read my blog might think that I am a big fat mean wife. Except emptynester, totally gets me.
Anyway, you might think I am mean because I said that I left Alex at the party we were at and made him wog behind me in the car for a little while.
Well, I suppose I should clarify. Because number one it was only about a block and B, because this is what we do.
See, I am ready to go when I am ready to go. And I am also ready to go when Alex is ready to go. When Alex is ready, he'll say something like, "OK, let's get out of here." So I will go get my coat on, say my goodbyes, and if the kids are with us, I will round them up.
Then comes the part where we wait at the door for Alex to wrap it up. And we wait.
And then we wait some more.
So then I usually threaten and say cheerfully, "OK Hon, I'm heading out to the car now!" And then he keeps talking and standing. And talking.
So then I threaten cheerfully, "If you don't make it out there by the time I buckle everyone in, you can just jog home!"
And then I go out to the car and buckle the kids in and beep once or twice for good measure. Then I'll s l o w l y start to back out of the driveway. I mean, I think that I am very very calm, cool and collected about his difficulties in leaving any place that we go. I give a lot of fair warnings. And mostly, since I am so used to his annoying behavior, I am pretty cheerful about it. So usually when I am about halfway down the driveway, he comes running out the door and down the steps and tries to catch up to me. And sometimes if he catches up, I pretend I don't see him and keep going, just for the fun of it.
And sometimes the kids will hang out the window and cheer him on.
So really, I don't think I have ever gotten so far as to actually fully leave him somewhere.
So I am not really that mean. Right?
So I was at a get together the other night with a couple of friends, and we were late because we had some event to go to earlier. When I got there, my sister was already tipsy and sporting purple teeth, so I went to join her in a circle chat.
I walked up and my cousin Kat was there in a very nice low cut top and I really felt the urge to put my hand down her shirt because it looked very inviting. We are a close family, so you know, she wouldn't mind. There was a lot of conversation about her bra, and how uplifting it was, and how a good bra is very important when you are on a man hunt.
Well, first of all, I am not on a man hunt. And second of all, I already like my bras. But Kat went around the circle and said that all of our bras were abysmal at best and that we were going to have to go on a bra buying date, and it would be the best thing that ever happened to us. And I said, "I like my bra and I think it is not abysmal." Kat wouldn't accept my answer. I wasn't going to flash her in the middle of the party to prove my point, but I know that my bra is uplifting. It might be a little on the boring side, but it does it's job.
My poor BIL Ty looked like he would have preferred being in the group across the room that was dancing to Neil Diamond.
Every time I get together with my cousins, the conversation gets funny. They can definitely throw back some drinks, so there is very little censoring going on.
Some how I am always the sober one at the party.
I had to leave Alex because he is so annoying and can't ever walk away from a conversation. Then when he finally realized that I actually left him (I was only faking him out - I just went to fill up with gas), he called me and was like "Did you leave me here?" and I was like, "YES. I gave you the I am leaving your ass eye twenty minutes ago! You missed the boat. You are going to have to jog home." And he was all like, "Please come back and get me." He said it in his nicest voice, so I said I would be there in one minute. And guess what?? I went back to get him and then ended up waiting in the driveway for another freaking 7-9 minutes before I decided to leave again. I gave a courtesy call, and it didn't work. So when I was almost out of the driveway, Alex finally came running out. So then I had to drive 5 mph for a little bit to see if he could catch up. After a block, I gave in. But only because he had his big smile on while wogging behind me the whole way. It was rather funny.
I think that it was pretty nice of me to let him in. Maybe because it is my birthday month and I am in a very chipper mood.
