So, we had a wedding shower for my future daughter in law.
My older son, Zach, is getting married early next month. This is weird. My kid is getting married.
They are happy and good together, so I am thrilled. They are flying to the ocean and getting married on the beach.
We don’t do big parties in my family. Zach’s fiance hates gatherings more than I do, so small works for everyone.
So, strangers were in my house.
Not many, but even one stranger is enough to make my throat close up a little.
We’re not finished with the renovations yet, but we’re getting there. We got the tub re-glazed and the tile done. And I’ve only ruined the new finish on one tile so far! Go me!
I’m not finished, but it’s not bad. I mean, we still haven’t completely eliminated the weird ass previous owner funk from the house, but scented candles go a long way.
I cleaned the bathroom and Randy tried to ply me with beer.
I am not a beer fan.
It doesn’t matter how many beers Randy asks me to try. I just don’t like beer.
He will take exception to this and say that there is some beer I like. Like a good stout. But, I would just explain to him, as I have many times, there are just some beers that I hate less than others.
Since I am apparently unteachable, I tried his beer.
Randy: I think you’ll like this one. It’s an elderberry gose. It tastes like a sweet tart.
Me: Okay, fine.
Me: Holy shit, that is terrible. It tastes like a sweet tart that has had all the joy sucked out of it.
Me: It tastes like a sweet tart that a smelly old man has been storing in his armpit.
Randy: I thought you’d like it.
Me: Based on what? How many other times I like it when you get me to try beer?
Me: At least this one doesn’t smell like cat piss.
Randy: I knew you’d like it.
After rejecting Randy’s “nothing like sweet tarts” beer, I had a small bourbon.
We managed to get the house sort of in order. I at least got the tarps and paint cans out of sight. I got snacks and drinks on the table with about 9 minutes to spare.
My son’s fiance invited her mom and grandparents. They were lovely. Plus, we had cake. I don’t like gatherings, but I do like cake.
I’m happy we are adding to our family.
I am thrilled for my son. I hope that his lovely fiance feels welcome and loved. She is in for a quite a trip. My family tries super hard to be normal, but we can’t spend too much time there. It’s not in our nature.
My youngest sister sort of summed it up in her card. She signed it: Welcome to the family. Sorry.