I find it really very challenging to do much of anything for myself on hollidays. I should've known that and put it on the contract, but oh well. What's done is done.
So is it just me, or do hollidays tend to be family-based? Assuming that logic is sound, would it therefore be really very STUPID to invite your
Okay, I guess I should explain. See, my aunt is an idiot. There's really no way to describe her in words--nicely, anyway. She breaks up with some jerk she'd been seeing for about a year--and went to Paris AND Vegas with, mind you--and then decides to randomly pick up some
This guy does Hip Hop and carries a gun and fixes cars for a living. Sorta strikes me as the type to watch porno and do drugs--not that there's anything wrong with those people, per se, I just don't want them in my house.
So he came over for St. Patty's Day, which, granted, isn't that big of a whoop, and I swear he's the worst dinner guest in the world. His favorite topic at the dinner table seems to be vomit. Literally.
I really get bad vibes from him, especially given he never blinks. At all.
Okay, back to Easter. So we'd all agreed--that is, my parents, sister, and I--that we didn't want him over. My aunt'd said openly that it'd never be serious and not to worry, so why should we allow him to come to EASTER DINNER at OUR HOUSE?
Well apparently my aunt had a hissy fit and decided if her
I swear, if it weren't for my poor grandparents and how they hate fights, I wouldn't be talking to that idiot at all. It amazes me how my dad put up with her for so many years at all.
Perfect example: I only see her when there's free food involved. Did she show up when her parents were hit two blocks from her work? No. Did she show up when we took them to subway not long after? Yes.
Another classic example: She shows up for dinner--and of course I'm the one stuck answering the door--and doesn't even get through the god-damned door before showing off her puke-green dress and matching shoes "from Paris."
Really?
Really?
They're god-damned shoes! They're made for supporting your feet, why the hell would you want to spent who knows how much for them in Paris when you can get the same ones at Payless for five bucks?
And let's not forget the time we went to Casa Molina. Servers are required to check in on people--I know this, my sister works at Old Chicago--and if they don't how are they supposed to tell when you're ready for the check, right? So we're sitting there eating and she's going off about something or another--I've honestly stopped paying attention to her stories because they're all just her complaining about one thing or another--and the server politely waits until she's done before asking if we need anything.
My aunt replied real haughtily "no thank you" and proceeded to complain loud enough for other people to hear how annoying it is when you're talking and the server interrupts to ask if you want anything.
Really?
Really?
And that's not even the best part.
At my elementary school there were quotes lining the whole cafeteria/stage. I had invited all of them (ie parents, sister, grandparents, aunt) to see me in the talent show. I didn't find out until about two years ago that my aunt had copied every single quote down to be used for her own work (I'm not really sure what she does but it usually involves booklets for little kids) and now every last quote that Jefferson Park Elementary had collected and created now sits in some poorly done coloring book or bookmark or whatever because that is how cheap that woman is.
And I had to sit next to her and her
So with that and cooking and trying to get my grandparents to let us help them and cleaning and homework, you understand why I couldn't really post much on Sunday/Monday.
So Yeah. That's what you missed.
This has been a certified drabble courtesy of Sincerely Doubtful Productions
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