At one point in my elation yesterday, I realized that when one blogs about an adoption journey, one should not have in the title “fail” or “failboat.” So, after much consideration, I decided that further discussions on this topic will be held in this venue. When I write there, I’ll notate it here, and vice versa. Here’s where I’ll blather about the other topics of lesser gravity than this all-important journey.
Go to Meant to Be to see what happened yesterday.
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President Obama is in town today. Big whoop. He’s going to Dobson High School–a stupid place for such a high profile visitor, since its fields are right off of a major thoroughfare. Someone didn’t think their cunning plan all the way through.
Instead of traipsing around here, why isn’t he in Washington, doing his job? What good does an expensive visit to the armpit of the valley really do?
GBTW, sir.
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The reservations I’d had in accepting my SIL’s offer for the Ireland trip are starting to rise to the top of the simmering cauldron. She’s given a directive that everyone shall only bring one carry-on, and when her mother said she was checking her bags in, SIL said something to the effect of ‘then you’ll have to find your own way to the hotel’ because she isn’t going to wait for anyone who checks bags.
I shook my head when this exchange reached my ears. I’m usually the last one to defend my MIL (she drives me insane), but this is ridiculous and rude. SIL is determined to make everyone miserable before any of us steps on the plane.
I’ll bring it up at the dinner this weekend, in front of everyone. That way I have witnesses and she’ll have to control herself. Someone has to.
Why make it miserable? It’s going to be a make-or-break trip as it is.
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Back to work. More later.
