The world is only as terrible as we make it. However, the horror that has been the last twenty four hours must be mentioned. I welcomed IT-Guy's parents and sibling yesterday afternoon into my brand spanking new home which was flawessly decorated by my interior designer. They were impressed and lavished praise on the both of us for blending our two styles together in a way that worked well in the spaces. The teenager mumbled something about how its far too big for a couple who does not have children which I politely ignored. Things were going great until dinner when, after glancing up from her Breaking Dawn book (which she had not put down all afternoon), she tells me I'm a lush and that my skirt is too short. Keep in mind this girl looks like she got into a brawl with Hot Topic and lost. I had taken two sips of my first glass of wine. Her parents were already on their second cocktail. IT-Guy was nursing a Nitro Milk Stout. I envisioned throwing the wine in her face, smashing the glass into a weapon and stabbing her violently in the throat and watching her bleed all over the greasy pasta she ordered but found something that would hurt much worse. I smiled sweetly while glaring and leaned across the table to say.
"You'll never get a guy like Edward."
From the look on her face, it did exactly the kind of damage I had intended. She said nothing for the rest of the evening.
*sigh
Thanksgiving will be epic. I made brine which the turkey will soak in tonight. God Bless the Food Network Website. I'd be lost without Alton and Giada. I'm determined to make this work, despite the misgivings of my fiance's dreadfully unpopular sister. She may think she's edgy and clever but bitch ain't gonna step in my house.
I hope everyone's holiday is wonderful!
