The Bloggess’ first book was that, for me. Laughing to the point of tears on a plane. And she fully acknowledged she’d left out at least a whole book’s worth of material.

But what about my first memoir which details feeling pretty average growing up in a suburb of a large metropolis, then as an adult, working as a purchasing agent for an uber luxury interior design firm and getting to poke through the closets of the rich and quasi famous? WHAT ABOUT THAT? There was going to be a whole…

Stunning!

I just commented that my uncle (our officiant) barely kept it together while I was blubbering. I am positive he probably had a shot of vodka and a stern talking to himself right before the ceremony. His daughter was our flower girl... we didn’t really set him up for success.

Our officiant is actually doing 2 different cousins weddings this summer, he said he feels more confident about it this time... worked the kinks out, yadda yadda. Both were in attendance at my wedding and definitely witnessed all the tears.

MY FACE RIGHT NOW.

Oh god, I blubbered like a baby from the second I had to open my mouth. I cry at weddings of fictional characters on TV. I cry when I walk past a wedding on a beach and I don’t even know the people. Something about the family you get to pick really gets my goat and the idea of joining families with the person you…

YES. I was coming to say just this. I love this machine. I love that you can open it flat, and that the top plate can be “floated” instead of hinging at an angle. That the plates themselves can be taken off of the machine and put in the dishwasher... also a huge plus.

YES. I was coming to say just this. I love this machine. I love that you can open it flat, and that the top plate…

I actually put my plates in the dishwasher and haven’t had an issue. The manual says that is OK.

I actually put my plates in the dishwasher and haven’t had an issue. The manual says that is OK.

Yes, I replied upthread to someone that I do wonder if there was abuse only he experienced. But the closeness in age would mean my husband and my SIL would have probably been around it (though as you mention, it is possible to not process it, especially if it is happening to someone else. )

I literally watched through my fingers, quietly whispering “please stop please stop please stop” to myself. blech blerg

GET OUT OF MY HEAD.

sad emoticon indeed.

My old boss insisted on getting bottled Fiji water (because anything less is for plebes) and the whole time I worked there my car was basically just a wagon full of half-empty, hot as fuck square bottles.

That is so weird, as I was reading this, I was thinking "how could you think you could get away with this?" but I guess you're right, they just assume it will stay small and they will be in control the whole time.

I once worked for a woman who converted to judaism to marry her husband. She was super fair, bright red hair, apple cheeked with a button nose and I suppose didn't look like what people imagine when they think "jewish". We had a vendor come into the office and make a comment about how I was trying to "jew him down"…

Uh, there is clearly more than one way to skin this cat.

I've had that conversation over the phone. Uh, get a ruler? And that will show you exactly how big 12" is.

OH MY GOD I HAVE THESE COUSINS, TOO.