Wherein I announce my Engagement to Store Clerks; Also, Learn to Play Dirty

This weekend is T and my's engagement party.

We took a trip today to large franchise overlord #1, and, upon check-out, the cashier said, "It looks like you kids are having a barbecue!". Rather than poke her in the face for stating the obvious (pickles, paper plates, relish and ketchup....I wonder...) I said, "Yes! We are! It's our engagement party, and we are morons and having it on Father's Day!". (Seriously. Father's day no longer applies to me in any real sense, and T seems to try and ignore it as best he can....so without consulting a calendar, we picked a date and it just happened to fall on a holiday I won't celebrate and T ignores. We rock. We did set a date for the wedding, however, and I need to Google it and make sure it isn't a holiday either. Just to be safe.)

Anyway, the cashier was overjoyed at our engagement. It's nice when strangers are thrilled for you, more than your own family. (One member of my family will be in attendance. We're looking at 80 people all told. One is related to me. One.)

We then went off to Gigantic Members-Only Franchise, where I wholeheartedly drink the Cool Aid. (I know its spelled with a K.) Five gallons of mayo? Sign this bitch UP. Of course we need 15 pounds of pasta! I cannot go in that store unsupervised....my need for a bargain is to great.

A car payment later, we left. The clerks there were not as interested in our engagement, but oh, did I tell them. After they made the same "You must be having a BBQ!" statement. (They refrained from calling us drunks. We bought.....70 beers? Something like that. I doubt its enough.)

When we returned home, I found that J, T's brother (who doesn't like cleaning up after himself) had left a huge mass of garbage and food wrappers in the living room....and left. This is after he and I had a serious talk about "There are people coming from out of state to stay with us this weekend. I need to feed 80 people on Sunday. I'm not asking you to re-grout the tub or anything, but please, please, PLEASE clean up after yourself so T and I don't have to.....at least for the weekend!"

I don't think he heard me.

So I was faced with options. I could leave the garbage there, where it would stare at me like a toad, mocking me and filling me with rage. I could throw it away, wait for J's return, admonish him and have nothing change--since I don't think his ears catch the frequency of my voice that often. Or I could......

Take the garbage (A styrafoam take out box, a plastic bag, chopstick wrappers and some soy sauce packets) and place it gently, delicatly upon J's bed.

Which is what I did.

I don't think I would be this irritated about it if I hadn't spoken with J about this EVERY DAY FOR THE LAST THREE MONTHS.

Sigh.

Also, I am not handling the whole "My family refuses to come to my engagement party, even though I hate most of them" thing that well. I know I am better off for it, not feeding people I hate, but.....yeah.

Also not handling the whole "I am getting married without either of my father figures in exsistance" thing that great either. Which is weird, because I thought I would be fine.

I have great pics to post, but T's dinosaur of a computer won't accept my cameras software, so I have to get my ass over to my place and do it there.

Happy Father's day. :)