Oh, the pain!

Today was...unpleasant. We had Mother's Day dinner at my grandma's. I hate family gatherings with a passion. True to form, my Uncle Don had managed to somehow get himself drunk by the time we arrived (345) and proceeded to announce his opinions very loudly and obnoxiously at the dinner table. Oh joy. What fun. Apparently, he thinks that my dad's Aunt Marya is a self-centered, selfish, bitter old woman because she told her daughter in law that she would have her (the daughter in law) and the two grandchildren stricken from the will if the children change their last names to their new step-father's last name. The conversation then moved to Aunt Marya being bitter because she hasn't finished grieving over Joel's and Scott's deaths (two of her sons). Which then moved to her being bitter and still blaming Genevra (Scott's 3rd wife) for his blowing his own fool head off. Which then moved along to Genevra's new fiance and what a delightful man he seems to be. Which then moved along to the family reunion, who is and isn't attending, and the state of health of my dad's Aunt Phyllis and uncle Lyle, and how stubborn Lyle is. GAH! I cannot stand family dinners. However, the good news is they were too busy discussing everyone else to remark on how much I ate (I am ready to explode...ugh...too much food) and no questions about Mark beyond if we were 'still an item' and a remark on 'what a nice accent' he has. Oh, but I did get a 'you look very nice tonight' from my grandma. I was wearing a dress. She really likes it when I wear dresses. I, however, am not so into the dresses. *sigh* Perhaps I should be.

On another note, this morning when I went into town, I was stared at by no fewer than 4 people. Yeesh, you would have thought they'd never seen a girl in a dress at 9am before. The guy biking by my car in the mall parking lot tried to stare into my car at me as he went by. Extremely creepy. The girl in the truck at Tim Hortons smirked at me as I walked by as I was having troubles walking and keeping my dress in line at the same time. The old guy who went into Tim Hortons in front of me looked at me as if I just appeared out of nowhere when I walked in the door behind him. And the 30-something guy sitting at the tables outside smirked at me as I tried to find a space to balance the coffee and get somewhat gracefully into the car and arrange my skirts at the same time. I'm sorry if my having troubles with my dress amuses you, but you try adjusting everything whiles holding two coffees, keys, and a cell phone. People are so creepy these days.