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I could talk about my weekend, or I could be lazy and just copy from Seth’s livejournal. I think we’ll go with the second one.

~The below was written by Seth Francis Studer~

Remind me to never buy a kitchen table so expensive that you're not actually allowed to eat on it.

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We're going to my cousin's wedding this weekend. My mum, since the time she was a wee lass, has viewed her brothers in a virtually divine light. She worships them. They (with a few exceptions...she has many brothers) have never really given her much time or affection - she being little more than a familial afterthought, eight years younger than her closest sibling. She is dimly aware of this, and overcompensates by trying to impress them.

She's gotten a lot better with age, but even today she is profoundly grumpy and irritating as she prepares for another meeting with her family. Everything must be perfect and on time.

Of course, none of us kids actually care. When we were little, we were always intimidated by mum's family (they all being good-looking super-wealthy successful yuppies). Now that we're good-looking super-wealthy successful yuppies (with the added benefit of super-intelligence, wit, and charm that many of our cousins lack...this particular cousin who is getting married is a noted exception), we just kind of write off mum's family. Camille and I laugh about how intimidated they once made us, though we still probably hold a few members in contempt.

But it's no laughing matter when mum is running around like a chicken with her head cut off, frantically preparing to meet and impress men who have never really given her a second thought. It's really kind of sad.

That's how I see it, anyway.

~ The above was written by Seth Francis Studer~

The lad has it right, that’s mum’s family. I think a couple of her brothers have more affection for her then Seth seems to think they have for her, but he has it pretty close. It is sad, and it is frustrating. I just hope we survive this visit.

Also - Pete's (The cousin) wedding was simply charming.

Man guys, my head hurts. And so does my heart. I hate it when people try to sound all mellow dramatic and say things like that, but my heart really does hurt. It sucks. I don’t care if it sounds poetic, I wish it didn’t.