That rings true. I had no relationship with my dad’s side of the family because they were racist and I’m mixed race. My brother and I didn’t find out the truth till much later in life, but neither of us suffered because of it as kids. It was explained away by the distance we lived from them, and we had very loving…
Bullette
Bullette
I think that is the correct etiquette - the guests ask you verbally or get the info from family members. I think it’s only tacky when you put the registry info with the invite and/or spam your social media accounts with gift nagging.
Do they not understand that parents have extra demands on their time and money then a couple who has an empty nest? You are in the right, they are in the wrong, but sadly this is a situation where everyone gets hurt.
I hope in this day and age an email or text or verbal thank you is enough. I’m fine with all of them. I just really need to know that you got the gift - thanks Target for screwing up enough orders to make me really paranoid about it. If you want to thank me for my attendance that’s fine, but these flowery effusive…
Yes, exactly. The amount of weddings you go to in your 20s and 30s is rough for the sheer volume. If I go you get between 0-1 gifts from me depending if I’m in the wedding and/or stressed out financially. I think I’ve only had one friend ever mention it, and it was in passing to my partner. And it was along the lines…
I am too old to be drinking the way I did in my 20s.
Yeah, exactly. I’ve loaned out large sums before and it has taken years for some people to pay me back. (But they did!) The only way to keep the friendship from being poisoned by the debt is to be comfortable in the fact that it could be gone for good, esp. if there is an intervening personal tragedy, or that it comes…
Send them to Vivid Studios for the inevitable Duggar porn parody: 19 and Cumming.
I’m going to send them purloined hotel stationary, Easter Seals, and 2 quarters taped to an index card (for an ice treat!) just like Grandma did since they all seem to be stuck in the 1800’s.
This is me. I have to act like a Do Nothing Bitch for a couple hours each morning so I can be a Do EVERYTHING Bitch the rest of the day. I need coffee first thing, then I check email, FB, and overnight developments for current events (I guess this counts as work, but I think of it as getting a jump on work), let the…
Put pustule covered AMERICAN children on TV - miserable and squirming and crying - with some Sarah McLachlan in the soundtrack and I think the needle will move on this issue pretty quickly.
I think (and Judge Kara can bring her hammer down if I’m wrong) successful shade in a song has to leave a fair amount of room for plausible deniability. Like if after a break-up your next song was a feel good party anthem full of shout outs to the DJ, exhortations to dance, and boasting about how you bring it.
And…
I remember ordering Dolphin as a kid, thinking it was the mammal kind. We lived near a sea park with trained dolphins and I thought it was some circle of life stuff where the old ones were ‘retired’ to our plate. Like how people always made jokes about retired horses going to the glue factory or hot dogs made from…
The first time I heard it was the Jennifer Lopez song “Love Don’t Cost a Thing”. I had to ask someone what it meant.
It can happen! My fella and I are going on 16 years with unblended finances. He has significant debt that I don’t want to take on. To answer the authors question: absolutely, his debt plays into it but it’s just one reason of many (some of which have nothing to do with him as a person and more my own feelings toward…
Lauren, have you fallen into the clickhole that is Off Beat Bride.com? They have hundreds of weddings showcased and you can see how a lot of these DIY ideas play out in real life. And shout out BTW to your Clueless Gamer intro!
The only thing I hate more then cooking is eating my own wrenched cooking. The only grocery store within walking distance for me is Whole Foods. Getting cheap Asian delivery on the regular though Foodler is actually saving me money.
“I’ve heard it’s dangerous to go alone. But I bet you know all about being alone.”
I got a promotion. He didn’t. Every couple of months he’ll come by my office and work this into a conversation: “But I still don’t know what it is you do.” Of course not, I’m not telling you how to take my job, fuckface... but I just smile and say, “Don’t worry, know what I need to do.”
Now, when introducing me to new…