Does anyone remember the Friends episode where a minor character tells Rachel that Phoebe's singing is so bad that he wants to stick his finger in his eye and straight into his brain and swirl it around to make the pain stop? Kind of how I was feeling tonight.
I must have said "SIL, I don't know. Really, I Do Not Know. Don't know what to tell you. Don't know. Bride and I aren't besties, don't know" about 150 times in the last half hour.
My brother sent in the RSVP card (at least I remembered what to call it instead of the "reply thingie") with 4 guests attending. He and SIL made arrangements to stay at a nice place closer to the wedding venue and cheaper than the place selected by the parents of the bride for their guests. Yay, right? Everyone's happy and dancing around, unicorns are popping rainbows from places unicorns shouldn't pop rainbows and the squirrels are singing a happy song.
So tonight SIL calls and asks "Do you want to do a family gift? Where are they registered? Were yu invited to a bridal shower? Why not? Do you really think your brother and I are invited? What would you do? What if we walk in and there's no place for us? And it went onandonandonandon until I wanted to stick a fork in my eye.
By the end of the exchange my brother was involved,shouting that she'd convinced him they weren't really invited and he didn't want to go now and it was a lot of money to spend anyway, so he was sending them an email to tell them the family couldn't go because of his new job (which he has, so not a total lie) and they wouldn't be able to go and he went on to say he wouldn't be able to enjoy himself anyway thinking all the time that maybe they hadn't been invited and everyone was thinking they were wedding crashers.
SIL kept saying she'd never been to a wedding where she wasn't also invited to the shower and didn't know where the couple was registered. I said something about it being refreshing NOT to know where the couple was registered, thus leaving things open and that I had been involved with weddings where not everyone was invited to the shower because it wasn't something we did in my neck of the woods. Only the bride's closest friends showed up for the showers in my area, so not something we worried about.
THEN SIL asks me when Dad is flying up to stay with me and I got huffy because HE LIVES IN THE SAME HOUSE WITH THEM AND THEY DON'T TALK. I told her that he was going to ask Brother to set up a flight reservation for him but he was dragging his feet on that. "Well, maybe he doesn't want to go, either," she says "that's okay."
So, at this point in time my father may or may not be flying up here to stay with me and attend the wedding or he may be trying to think up a way to tell me he is not up for flying and doesn't want to come up at all...meanwhile, I am trying to plan, oh, gee, my own little weekend getaway vacation with friends (four lousy days--it's the only real vacation I get all year and no matter when we plan it, my family automatically needs me to visit them THAT weekend), some doctor's appointments and couple of conference trips. And somehow, I am the one making things difficult. At least I feel as though I am.
Family. What would we do without them to keep us crazy?