Alright, so after a little last-season Big Love action and a Bosc pear, I'm feeling better. (The rest of the fam went to dinner with the rest of the fam...I stayed home to rest).
Anyway, my prediction about a visit from relatives came true...a certain great aunt and uncle to Twinklette dropped by in the middle of our Sunday afternoon to pay a social call and deposit Twinklette's birthday present, a series of black and hot pink outfits involving heart motifs and--I'm not kidding--black tulle ruffles. There's also a zebra-print faux fur coat.
The gift receipt was included, so normally it wouldn't be a big deal. Although, the garments came from the children's department at Macy's, where Scott's aunt works, and she helped choose the ensembles. So I'm probably going to have to exchange the outfits in Lexington...but whatever.
The real problem is that Twinklette now goes to preschool, and her teacher is the daughter of the person who gave the outfits. (And I'm pretty sure her name was on the card, too). So now when Twinklette shows up to preschool NOT looking like a Staten Island hooker, everyone in the family is going to know about it. To make matters worse, Twinklette saw the faux-zebra coat (lined with magenta satin) and loved it, and threw a fit when I called it tacky and took it away. And now I'm feeling kind of like a mean mommy and an uppity b*tch. What can I say, though?--good taste takes years to cultivate.
Anyway, I'm just sitting here catching up on my Big Love and waiting for Twinklette's smocked snowman dress to dry for tomorrow's school day, and considering the incestuousness of things.
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