Mom dragged me to my first cousin's wedding today. I hate to spoil her mood by arguing and giving 1001 excuses that I didnt even have, so there I went, bracing for assault.
If I set my mind to it, I could actually do this singlehandedly.
Pick a dress. Do my own makeup. Fix my own hair. Drive. Sit alone. Act cool. Dispense my prettiest smiles. Eat like a girl. Make polite small talks with strangers sharing my table. Avoid eye contacts. And leave in one piece. All the while looking like I don't care. I could even get brownie marks for this. Wentworth Miller would be so proud of me.
Dang those aunties just won't quit! When I said Not Yet, I meant Not Now. I will, eventually.
I even set a checklist... see?
I love thunderstorms. If he didn't, that's just too bad, cause I have like, 101 imaginative things-to-do in/during a thunderstorm. If you know what I mean.