While I should be posting vacation pictures, pictures of my adorable nephews and filling you in on the house situation I will be doing NONE of those things. Because? Of the cluster fuck that my father’s 70th birthday party is turning out to be.
My dad will be 70 this Saturday. And yes I do plan to let you all in on my father in all his wacky glory. But right now? My mother is driving me batshit. Partial information is being sent out to me and my siblings (#s 2-4 will be here for the party) ONE AT A TIME in a fashion most closely resembling Chinese water torture. Drip.Drip.Drip.
The Saint forwarded an e-mail to me (that was sent to his HOME e-mail, the one he checks once every blue moon) telling ME that I have a hotel room reserved for the night of the party. The party that will be in the city in which I reside. At a lovely venue 5 minutes from my house. While the hotel is 30 minutes away. And I just don’t…..
It’s bad enough she’s trying to “surprise” the nosiest man in North America. But NOW she’s thinking it’s all going to be too expensive. But she wants it to be nice. But what if people order too many cocktails? But people should get what they want. No, she doesn’t want me to pay for anything. But did I remember they’re retired and the market is tanking?
Now I’m supposed to convince my husband and children we should pack a bag FOR ONE NIGHT to stay in a suite at a hotel IN OUR TOWN? I just don’t…..
Trust me when I tell you I am RARELY at a loss for words. But I just don’t……