So you know that three-hour, 50-person shower that was way out in Norton Commons that I've been dreading all spring, the only redeeming quality of which was that I was going to get to see the pair of shoes that incites such righteous indignation in my MIL? Well, it's going on right now...and guess who's on her back porch planting heirloom tomatoes and eating M&Ms.
I honestly did think it was Sunday, but the funny thing is that I designed the invitation. I of all people, should know when the thing is. It was one of those events that I didn't care enough about to pay attention to the details, and somehow I just thought it was on a Sunday.
So my MIL called to see if I was coming (she was actually nice, and I'm sure she wondered why on earth I'd be an hour late to a luncheon that I'd said I'd attend). I was like--"Yes, I'll be there. See you tomorrow!" Imagine my glee when she said it was going on right then!
My only regret is not seeing the shoes, and watching my MIL's passive-aggressive disapproval. But mostly I just feel like I won the lottery.
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