Completion and revenge. Heh.
Sunday, 5 February 2006 17:51![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fatrockstarMy MIL must have read my last post using her and "unhelpful" in a sentence. That, or a number of other things must have set her off, because I must have told my in-laws a thousand times I can't eat Italian food (starch + acid = suffering) yet she still goes out of her way to schedule a family gathering at some Italian restaurant simply because she heard someone say it was new and wonderful. This particular family gathering is a birthday dinner for my husband and his brother (who share a birthday). The boys already chose a couple of restaurants, but neither of those were good enough for their mother, apparently. To hell with your birthday, I'm doing it my way because I don't care anymore.
Garret has already protested, but what mom wants, mom gets -- even on your birthday. See, that's what happens when you deny yourself some good family drama. One of these days it's going to explode into something very, very daytime television-worthy.
I met with my future SIL (KK) on Friday to go over some wedding details and see if there was something I could do to make up for missing her bridal shower on Saturday. Forget the fact that I really, truly didn't want to go -- the cake toppers still weren't complete and the deadline I was given was the day of her shower. I couldn't very well show up empty-handed, so I brought pictures of what I had so far. She was thrilled. Our compromise was that I'd show up late with the completed figures. Of course, that didn't happen, but I did end up meeting with her and her two closest friends after the shower was over and chatting for a bit.
Yes, the figures are done. FINALLY! It's so nice to see something come together after so much hard work. I was really worried I wouldn't finish them because I've been working my ass off every evening and weekend for the last month. I found the time. It was alright. Of course, none of it went without a hitch: A huge crack developed in the groom's leg during the final bake, and I had to superglue some of the backpack to get it to sit on the figure properly. Lessons have been learned!
I will post photos later. They aren't great photos, but they're good enough.
Because of time at work and time on the figures, my home is in no shape to receive visitors. Especially not visitors who don't think before they speak. A while back my MIL suggested it would be nice to have the boys' birthday dinner in our new house. At the time I thought that was a nice idea too. I had no idea that work would suck up most of my time, or that Garret would get sick, that the figures would take so long, or that our crawlspace issues would make our living room smell funny. This place is not in any shape for visitors. When I started getting phone calls asking what time to show up I got a little confused, then a little irritated. My MIL had been telling everyone to come to my house next Saturday and didn't even confirm it with me! A lot can change in two, three months.
Let me clarify: I thought it was a great idea, too, until things kept me from unpacking on schedule. I really wish she had called me first.
So, let's see what I've got against me. 1) Not showing up to the bridal shower. 2) Contradicting her news to gather the family at my house for a birthday brunch. 3) Something I may have said to my SIL(?) but I have no idea what that would be. 4) My cel phone dropped the call in the middle of our last conversation but I didn't call back (we had already been on the phone for an hour). All in all, I'm not surprised she insisted on that Italian restaurant. I'm even less surprised she insisted on sticking to her decision even after Garret said he didn't want to go. Me, I'm probably going to work late that evening. I'll show up for dessert.
Drama! It's what's for dinner.
Garret has already protested, but what mom wants, mom gets -- even on your birthday. See, that's what happens when you deny yourself some good family drama. One of these days it's going to explode into something very, very daytime television-worthy.
I met with my future SIL (KK) on Friday to go over some wedding details and see if there was something I could do to make up for missing her bridal shower on Saturday. Forget the fact that I really, truly didn't want to go -- the cake toppers still weren't complete and the deadline I was given was the day of her shower. I couldn't very well show up empty-handed, so I brought pictures of what I had so far. She was thrilled. Our compromise was that I'd show up late with the completed figures. Of course, that didn't happen, but I did end up meeting with her and her two closest friends after the shower was over and chatting for a bit.
Yes, the figures are done. FINALLY! It's so nice to see something come together after so much hard work. I was really worried I wouldn't finish them because I've been working my ass off every evening and weekend for the last month. I found the time. It was alright. Of course, none of it went without a hitch: A huge crack developed in the groom's leg during the final bake, and I had to superglue some of the backpack to get it to sit on the figure properly. Lessons have been learned!
I will post photos later. They aren't great photos, but they're good enough.
Because of time at work and time on the figures, my home is in no shape to receive visitors. Especially not visitors who don't think before they speak. A while back my MIL suggested it would be nice to have the boys' birthday dinner in our new house. At the time I thought that was a nice idea too. I had no idea that work would suck up most of my time, or that Garret would get sick, that the figures would take so long, or that our crawlspace issues would make our living room smell funny. This place is not in any shape for visitors. When I started getting phone calls asking what time to show up I got a little confused, then a little irritated. My MIL had been telling everyone to come to my house next Saturday and didn't even confirm it with me! A lot can change in two, three months.
Let me clarify: I thought it was a great idea, too, until things kept me from unpacking on schedule. I really wish she had called me first.
So, let's see what I've got against me. 1) Not showing up to the bridal shower. 2) Contradicting her news to gather the family at my house for a birthday brunch. 3) Something I may have said to my SIL(?) but I have no idea what that would be. 4) My cel phone dropped the call in the middle of our last conversation but I didn't call back (we had already been on the phone for an hour). All in all, I'm not surprised she insisted on that Italian restaurant. I'm even less surprised she insisted on sticking to her decision even after Garret said he didn't want to go. Me, I'm probably going to work late that evening. I'll show up for dessert.
Drama! It's what's for dinner.
