I ALMOST RAN INTO MY MOTHER IN-LAW AT THE GROCERY STORE.
THIS IS NOT GOOD.
THAT IS THE CLOSEST I HAVE COME TO THE WOMAN IN TWO YEARS.
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But Mom officially got on my nerves about wedding-stuff Sunday night. Granted, this was after we'd polished off a bottle of wine, but... yeah.
When she gets tipsy, Mom, she does not do so well with the taking of the hints. See, I'd told her about my little debacle with printing out more invitations than we needed, and then SHE started thinking about people we COULD invite, completely missing the point that we don't want a lot of people there. Tora-kun and I are two of the most ... I won't say "anti-social," but we're not comfortable with being the center of attention, and we're not comfortable in large crowds. We both find them off-putting and overwhelming.
And it's like... I kept saying, "No, I don't want to invite any more people," and she was still suggesting people, and how many times can I say, "No, I don't want to invite any more people," before it actually starts meaning "NO, I DON'T WANT TO INVITE ANY MORE PEOPLE."
I should've stood my ground when she wanted to invite this one person I didn't know. But she pointed out that this person was the good friend of the people at whose house the ceremony is going to be held (and on whose private beach), and I conceded, because I don't want these people to feel out of place (even though they are good friends of my uncle). After that single concession, she's been driving me nuts. It's like the extra invitations are burning a hole in her pocket.
I felt it necessary to point out that any extra people would up the catering bill, which Tora-kun and I are (somehow) footing the bill for.
*makes note to contact Satan tomorrow to see if he's in the market for any new souls*
So I'm a little annoyed. And I have a headache that simply refuses to go away and leave me alone.
But I have Fruits Basket volume 13, finally, so that makes me happy. Even if I have to clean the house tomorrow.
Also, I have a draft of a letter we're sending to Tora-kun's parents, at the... hmm. At the "encouragement" of Tora-kun's brother, who hates any sort of family strife, particularly since his ex-wife was (and in many cases, still is) the source of so much of it already. It's nearly ready to go. I have to ease back on some of my barbs (even if I think they're so subtle Toramom won't catch them at all), and add in another section dealing with a specific issue.
It's an uncomfortable situation, because Torabro wants everyone to get along, but Tora-kun wants an apology. I told Tora-kun today that, as far as I'm concerned, neither of his parents are welcome at our wedding. If HE wants them there, and HE'S willing to work things out, that's one thing. But I needed to tell him that I did not want them there.
I'm half-tempted to send them one of the extra invitations, postmarked July 3.
Let's put it this way: They're not welcome unless an apology comes forth. If they apologize, I'll consider it.
Since the chances of that happening are about the same as the chances of Elvis Presley organizing a comeback tour, I'm not gonna hold my breath.
There were moments when I wasn't sure I'd survive till Sunday. But I did. Huzzah! So, Merry Christmas and Happy Chanukah!
Okay, let's see...
We went to see King Kong, as I said, and it was gorgeous and wonderful and Peter Jackson's a complete genius, but I didn't share with anyone the little gem Tora-kun's mother shared with us as we were walking down the corridor to our theatre. We passed one of those big cardboard cutouts for Casanova, and I said I wouldn't mind seeing that, because, really -- debauchery and hedonism in old Italy? OMG YES. So, Heath Ledger is in the flick -- he's Casanova, apparently.
And then his mom turns around, looks at us, gestures at the cutout and says, completely straight-faced (because she was serious): "I didn't know Heath Ledger was a homosexual."
I nearly tripped.
( A headdesk moment, and a Christmas recap... )