And no, I won't be going to the ball.
The wedding I spoke of a couple of weeks ago? The one I was supposed to be singing at? The Big Night Out where I had booked a rather expensive (and completely unrefundable) hotel room so that I could party on and stagger back to on foot?
Will be going ahead without us. This morning, at dawn, The 13 yo, after recovering nicely from her week-long head cold, came down with abdominal pain so acute that I had to ring for a locum (why do kids always get scarily sick on the weekends?).
The good news is that it's not appendicitis. She should be fine in about 24 hours.
The bad news is that this is an Exceedingly Important Event that we are missing. I can't tell you how close this friend of mine who is getting married is. Think 'sister' and then multiply it a few times, because she's never mean to me for the hell of it, the way sisters sometimes are. I would have thought it mathematically impossible that she could tie the knot without us physically present. Like, they might begin to get married but then suddenly experience an unscheduled solar eclipse, followed by fire and brimstone falling from the sky, culminating in the Booming Voice of God suggesting, in no uncertain terms, that they might want to think it over for another day or two. Which they then, most obligingly, would.
But it would appear not.
I'm not happy.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, One Red Robin has posted this week's theme for This is...., being
“This Is . . . Me Taking A Picture of Myself In the Mirror With My Favourite Accessory.”
My favourite accessories are my camera, and my rings. Not necessarily in that order.
So here's me and my accessories, looking trashed, pre-menstrual, and extremely FUCKED OFF.
