The perils of living alone
It’s my grandmother’s birthday today, and we’re going out for brunch. Friday night, I was told it was at 10:30, about 20 minutes away. Okay! Then today, at 9:15, just pre-shower, when I phone my parents to confirm things, I’m told, no, it’s at 10:00.
Guess I’ll be there about half an hour late. At least my grandparents are also always late, though not quite as much. But really, did no one think of *telling* me? I’m going to make a new rule: unless I get my own invitation/phone call for time, I’m not going.
August 27th, 2006 at 12:50 pm
Brunch sounds good.
August 27th, 2006 at 3:40 pm
I still get invites to family weddings addressed to “Mr. and Mrs. Degree and Miss Terminal Degree.”
I haven’t lived with my parents for 17 years.
I don’t bother to send gifts to those weddings. I’ve decided that if they don’t see me as a grownup, living in my own home, and have the courtesy to communicate with me directly as an adult, well, then I’ll behave like a child. :)
August 28th, 2006 at 12:01 pm
You get those invites yourself, or your parents get them? Don’t you live in a different state? That’s weird. We’ve not had any family weddings or bar mitzvahs in years (though one is coming up in 2 years, I think), so I have no idea what will happen. I suspect it’s the unmarried bit, for both of us.