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Post-holiday letdown
Happy Fifth of July! I'm glad to see yesterday behind me. I don't often say that, as Independence Day celebrations have become some of my favorite times in the last few years, but I don't know.
Yesterday's dinner party didn't come off as expected.It started when Groom went to fire up the grill, part of a curious brick affair which takes up one whole end of the patio. He pulled out some tools and accidentally disturbed a wasp nest in one of the cubby holes. I have to say, the man can still move fast when he has to (snert). Though he destroyed the nest and bombed the area back to the Stone Ages, there were still dozens of rogue wasps flying around the patio, making it impossible to grill or entertain.
This, on top of the terrible heat, meant we hastily moved the whole party indoors. It was not my favorite idea, but there was nothing else to be done. Once the word was given, my daughter barrelled around, arranging stuff. Which led to the presence of ...
Patio furniture in the living room. Ugh. That's not everybody's First World Pet Peeve, but it is mine.
On top of that, someone left open the door to the Room of Good Intentions.
We did our best to see that everybody had a good time, and I think we succeeded there. But even so. Now I feel like everybody's seen me in my underwear. My gigantic underwear.
It's going to take a few days to pull together the tatters of my dignity. In the meanwhile, I shall try not to spread my discontent all over the rest of the family. The operative word being 'try.'
Yesterday's dinner party didn't come off as expected.It started when Groom went to fire up the grill, part of a curious brick affair which takes up one whole end of the patio. He pulled out some tools and accidentally disturbed a wasp nest in one of the cubby holes. I have to say, the man can still move fast when he has to (snert). Though he destroyed the nest and bombed the area back to the Stone Ages, there were still dozens of rogue wasps flying around the patio, making it impossible to grill or entertain.
This, on top of the terrible heat, meant we hastily moved the whole party indoors. It was not my favorite idea, but there was nothing else to be done. Once the word was given, my daughter barrelled around, arranging stuff. Which led to the presence of ...
Patio furniture in the living room. Ugh. That's not everybody's First World Pet Peeve, but it is mine.
On top of that, someone left open the door to the Room of Good Intentions.
We did our best to see that everybody had a good time, and I think we succeeded there. But even so. Now I feel like everybody's seen me in my underwear. My gigantic underwear.
It's going to take a few days to pull together the tatters of my dignity. In the meanwhile, I shall try not to spread my discontent all over the rest of the family. The operative word being 'try.'
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As we age we get to "don't give a shit" stage about what others think of our undies..
Dont laugh but i really liked the idea patio furniture in the living room. Its much easier to clean!
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Our patio furniture is hideous, mainly because we never use it. The cushions are ruined, I don't want to know is living in the umbrella, and the hammock is probably so rotten I 1) don't want to touch it and 2) if I did, it would fall apart as soon as my big ass put any weight into it.
It's okay, though. You are still loved and everyone appreciated your flexibility. Trust me, they did.
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Something that was outside...on the ground...in your living room...where you presumably walk around barefoot....urgh.
Don't be embarassed. Have a glass of wine or two (or the whole bottle) to help soften the blow. But honestly, when folks are having a good time, they forget about the other stuff.
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Cobwebs and critters running by....ants...dirt...random nasty 1988908987-legged bugs....