Not-so-Great Expectations

This is so great.  Because we recently completed an international move, no one expects a damn thing from me.  If I'm a real dud personality-wise one day, everyone says, "It's OK, you just moved across the ocean! You must be so sleepy!" 


And it doesn't end there --


Me: "Sorry, I didn't buy you anything for Christmas."
Kind person: "Of course you didn't!  You had bigger things to think about!"

Me:  "I didn't bring a damn thing to your potluck."
Kind person: "Well why would you?  You flew longtime on a plane a few weeks back!"

Me:  "I don't know who you are.  Why are you hugging me?"
Weird person: "It's me, your mother, stupid." 

I wonder how long I'll be able to get away with this.  When will I no longer be forgiven for being a miserable person and friend due to my recent move suffering? 

Me: "Sorry, I forgot your birthday."
Kind person: "It's OK, you just moved!"
Me: "Actually we moved over a year ago."
Kind person: "But what a move it was!"

it's snowy here

This post is a shortie because it's almost Christmas and the house is filling with people, most of whom I want to talk to.  But one last thing before I go.

My parents invited a few of their friends over recently to meet me.  Their friends have been wonderfully supportive blog followers since the beginning but I'd never met them.  It was time to meet my public.
 
My mama got stuck in a holiday stampede at the grocery store so wasn't around to set up for our get-together, which was unfortunate because she was the only one who knew what to serve for snacks and drinks.  This left Dad and me running in circles wondering what the hell to do five minutes before everyone showed up.

Dad did a great job locating apple cider and gingerbread cookies.  But when I saw his presentation, I had a feeling it was not what Mom had envisioned --

   festive pile o' cookies in a basket

It's OK, Dad, we all understand.  You and Mom and your two kids moved back to the U.S. from Germany forty years ago.  You must be so tired!

P.S. My public is awesome and funny and brought booze, food, and a dinosaur book.  It's like they already knew us or something.

Happy whatever you celebrate, or don't celebrate, or whatever, posse.  Just go have some fun.
MJ