~~~~~~~~Suffered something of a devastating rejection today. No not a novel - am pretty resigned to that in any case. No. This was much worse...
You see today was the pre-school end of year concert. Watched much adorableness and singing and dancing and yawning (Miss nearly 4 was utterly underwhelmed by proceedings and spent the time she wasn't showing the audience her dog-chewed underpants, yawning - but its okay, I recorded it all for her twenty-first birthday or to sell to Channel 10 when she's a famous politician and we have a falling out about which retirement home I'll be incarcerated in).
So. Yes. Concert.
After the singing we had a lovely afternoon tea.
Except for one plate.
Behold my offering of vegemite and avocado sandwiches, and note the lone grape left on the fruit platter in front of it. Yes. They even ate all the fruit.
Vegemite and avocado is a childhood family favorite - I love it. Everyone loves it. Don't they?
As one who prides herself on dishing out the yumminess on such occassions I experienced the chilly realm of rejection. I was the parent that brought the shit-dish that nobody wanted to eat. Yes. Today I was that parent.
Still. As stuff-ups go that was nothing compared to the one a friend of mine has made...
Having rashly stated to a friend that as we'd received no Christmas cards so far this year, it was obvious noone was sending them, and so therefore I wasn't either (GFC and all that), Australia Post promptly made a liar of me and delivered half a post box full of cheery red envelopes this afternoon.
Every single one for hubby from his ex-girlfriends or their mothers, except for one. That one was for me from a very very old friend. A friend who is fully aware that
- I divorced in 2002
- I remarried in 2005
- MY FIRST HUSBAND'S NAME IS TOM
- My second husband's name is NOT Tom
Which is nearly as bad as the friend who has somehow switched my first married surname with my second married surname and uses it to address hubby in correspondence.
Yup. Good one guys.