1:57 p.m. - 2007-05-20
ugh
I had a minor, ill-timed breakdown last night. I can't really go into the details because it could end up hurting someone's feelings who does not deserve that. (She doesn't read this blog, so if you're reading it, stop being paranoid - it's not you.)
Let's create a totally pretend situation that might produce the same results- say you had a friend who was turning the big 3-0 and some of your other friends got together and decided that it would be nice to throw a party in her honor. And you agree, and things are kind of talked about in vague terms and you figure you'll pitch in 50 bucks for the bash and that will be that. And then suddenly, the day comes and not only did the other party planners forget to tell you that everyone would be wearing cocktail dresses - but one of them told you that everyone would be wearing pajamas. So you're wearing pajamas and everyone else is wearing cocktail dresses. And they all learned a song and dance number that no one bothered to teach you. And then they hand you your part of the bill and it says you owe them your first born child.
That pretty much sums it up.
If you haven't noticed, I have a really wonderful husband. When you're married and you're thoroughly upset, the significant other does not (as I previously believed) magically take away your sadness. But being sad with someone who lets you be sad and doesn't make you feel like a jerk about it is really nice. And it is also really nice to have someone around who doesn't mind getting your snot on them. (That's a little nod to Mae Klingler, if you missed it.)
