…I’m a monster.
You deserve to know what kind of fiend hosts this blog. My (very young) niece is getting married tomorrow. Relatives have arrived from Arkansas, Alabama, New Mexico.
And guess what? A few weeks ago, I offered her $250 to free me from going to the wedding. Do I feel guilt? Meh. A smidgeon. One single smidgeon more than Sheldon Cooper would.
What I mostly feel is resentment. At her. The deal stipulated that she would break the news to her grandmother. Has she? Of course she hasn’t. She seemed quite satisfied at trading her uncle for a quarter-thou, but does she do her job? These kids today…
(I’m also getting tired of her Dad telling me how lucky I am, how much he envies me, how smart I am, etc, etc.)
(Okay, that last one can’t be said too often.)