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1: happiest of birthdays to the lovely, clever, and sassy liz_marcs

2: #2's BFF lives across the street, parents are people we are friendly with, but don't socialize with. (They like NASCAR and country music. We... do not.) BFF comes over and says (and keep in mind she's... slow. Of thinking and spitting the damn thing out) that her parents are having a Christmas party tonight and that she thinks we were on the guest list, but she figures her parents forgot to tell us, so we should just come anyway.

3: Aww, so... sweet (I'm laughing inside) but I'm sure her parents have us down for another Christmas party (pats self on back for diplomacy.) No, no, I'm assured by child that we should "just come over, they won't mind." Oh, and it's a White Elephant party.

4: Child comes back over a few minutes ago and says "My mom says y'all can come if you want, but you have to bring a bottle of liquor, but not wine because we have, like, a million bottles of that stuff."

Can you just hear this woman's exasperation? (And probably some embarrassment, too, let's hope. But then with the "well, bring a specific alcohol" tag line... DUDE. I didn't WANT to come in the first place.) And I'm drinking Beaujolais Village Saint-Etienne des Oullieres tonight in protest. :D


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Dec. 9th, 2007 02:29 am (UTC)
Dave makes his exasperated face for you.
Dec. 9th, 2007 03:37 am (UTC)
Thank you, Dave. Now come sit in my lap.
Dec. 9th, 2007 03:38 am (UTC)
You sure? He's a big guy.

Maybe you wanna switch that around.

Look, he makes room in the tub.

Dec. 9th, 2007 02:54 am (UTC)
I bet that mom wants to kill her little darling right about now.
Dec. 9th, 2007 03:38 am (UTC)
Eh, from the sounds of it, they don't care about nothin'. (THey're the loud party types. Like, every weekend. Until 4. They're in their 40s.)

Keep your eyes peeled for a brown package, btw.
Dec. 9th, 2007 04:01 am (UTC)
Keep your eyes peeled for a brown package, btw.

My, that sounds appealing. Good thing I know what it is.
Dec. 9th, 2007 04:30 am (UTC)
Oh, BFF, bless her heart.

BTW, M and I did a TON of holiday baking today. Like, I think I'm actually in a diabetic coma right now because I've had so much sugar.

(And we're good for dinner after picking you up on Thursday but it's totally up to you.)
Dec. 9th, 2007 04:12 pm (UTC)
SWEET. I'll plan on getting HONGray Thursday. I think I'm going to get a massage before heading to the airport, because I NEED TO DE-STRESS, zomg.

Dec. 10th, 2007 02:39 am (UTC)
Oh, all kinds of embarrassing ouch. Ugh. Yark.

I mean...aw, man.

(And thank you for providing the opportunity to bust out my WTF icon for the very first time.)
Dec. 10th, 2007 02:38 pm (UTC)
Hahahahaha - you are welcome. :D
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Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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