So here's what happened: my sisters and I, trying to do something extra-special for the parental units on their 30th anniversary, scheduled a weekend trip for them to San Francisco, the destination of their honeymoon 30 years ago.
Not-so-unusually, they decided 2 days wasn't long enough for such a big trip, and could we please send them to Galveston instead?
We should be thrilled, yes? Half the money, all the happiness, blah, blah, blah.
Please, have you met me? No no, I had to get all selfish and huffish and call Mom ON HER BIRTHDAY, not to send warm wishes, but to demand, "what the hell is the deal?"
Long short, I made the woman cry. On her birthday.
And now I'm going to hell.
I'll just say it for you: "Amy, WHY can't you be more like your SISTERS????"
While I ruminate on that one, I've got to go order flowers from "the kids".
When you see Menana today, give her an extra-big HAPPY BIRTHDAY wish, and then please send your condolences to her for having a daughter who is such a freakin' dick.