Ugh.
We just got a phonecall from one of DH's aunts (he's got I don't know how many, but due to his, er, complex family situation, we don't really hear from most of them. It's not a problem for him, so I don't sweat it either.) She lives on the east coast and was calling to tell him to meet her for breakfast tomorrow since she'll be in town.
Nice. So not only are you completely ignorant of the time zone issue, but you don't even have the common courtesy to ask him if he wants to go to breakfast. He's 41; I think he passed the "ordering around" stage around 35 years ago. And besides, we might have plans tomorrow. (Granted, those plans could include various activities along the lines of underwater basketweaving, but they are plans. :-P)
I no longer have any doubts about why DH has as little contact with this woman as possible. (Though my first clue was when she came out the last time---she seemed to think that DH's sole reason for existence was to drive her and her son around town and play tour guide. Just what a man with an infant and busy life wants to do without even being asked.)
Grrr.....
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- Krista
- Wife, mom of a preemie, follower of the old ways, lover of anything Irish or Celtic, history buff, trivia nut, Star Trek and Ren Faire geek and costuming fiend. Offer me coffee or chocolate and world peace is assured. Or at least I'll try really hard. :) I also believe in deleting spam. So, to the person or persons who keep leaving me comments in Chinese (along with links to what I can clearly tell are Chinese porn sites) stop it. It's bad karma, to say nothing of being really, really rude.
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