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... somebody is SO gonna die.
Dec. 24th, 2005 11:19 pmI just got off the phone with Megan (for those unaware, I'm house-sitting again for C&K). At roughly 10:30 P.M. on Christmas Eve, she got a text message from the daughter of the folks she'd planned on having Christmas dinner with... an oblique backhand telling her in so many words that she wasn't welcome to have dinner with the family...
... cancelling an invitation made well over a month ago, with just a little less than twelve hours notice, knowing full well that it would leave her stuck with no real place to go and not enough time to get to her parent's place in New Jersey. She'll be joining me for at least part of the day at my sister's place. Already hysterical and upset, the sudden iron in my voice as I stated that flatly stopped her in mid sob. Although it's been more than a couple years since she's that kind of cold rage in my voice, she still recognized it and agreed immediately.
Once Christmas is done, I'll be paying a personal visit (alone) to the family in question; I've let a lot of little slights go by in the last six months, mainly because Megan's not aware enough socially to see them to be upset, but here I draw the proverbial line in the sand. I've stayed my hand because a lot of Megan's sewing work has come from the mother (who'd also made the invitation in the first place), and I saw no need to muddy the waters when Megan herself was unscathed... but this is absolute callousness and I simply won't abide by it.
So much for my good mood.
... cancelling an invitation made well over a month ago, with just a little less than twelve hours notice, knowing full well that it would leave her stuck with no real place to go and not enough time to get to her parent's place in New Jersey. She'll be joining me for at least part of the day at my sister's place. Already hysterical and upset, the sudden iron in my voice as I stated that flatly stopped her in mid sob. Although it's been more than a couple years since she's that kind of cold rage in my voice, she still recognized it and agreed immediately.
Once Christmas is done, I'll be paying a personal visit (alone) to the family in question; I've let a lot of little slights go by in the last six months, mainly because Megan's not aware enough socially to see them to be upset, but here I draw the proverbial line in the sand. I've stayed my hand because a lot of Megan's sewing work has come from the mother (who'd also made the invitation in the first place), and I saw no need to muddy the waters when Megan herself was unscathed... but this is absolute callousness and I simply won't abide by it.
So much for my good mood.
