Lord Help Me
It's family reunion time again.
Tomorrow, I'll make the 250-mile journey to Kerrville to be cheek-pinched until I bruise, to be constantly grilled on my choice to not yet mother a child, and to be forced to dress up in Western garb since our reunions always have cheesy themes.
I'm contemplating going for the fiesta theme this year in an outright act of rebellion.
posted by Courtney O. @ 10:54 AM
7 comments
7 Comments:
I triple dog dare you to wear a Pocahontas outfit!
Do it ladie. Rebel away.
If you dress up like a duck, I highly doubt anyone would ask you about having a baby....
Love,
Kara
Wow, you're family actually associates ON PURPOSE with one another?
I've never experienced anything like that.
My family operates best when they're no where near each other!
(Sad but true)
Try to have fun for those of us not 'lucky' enough to experience such a thing!
It's so wierd going to family reunios and seeing all these people you're related to but have never met. At least that's what happens at ours.
I can only stand so much family at once. See them, just make sure to make face and then leave.
How was it Courtney? To get people to stop asking you questions about motherhood, you should dress up as an outlet and your husband should dress up as a plug. Then no questions need to be asked.
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