Here’s what I hate: False Invitations.
When people invite you but are hoping you will not accept. Or it is unspoken, but well understood, that you will not accept. Or the worst of all: you’d very much like to accept, but you are not able. And they are well aware that you are not able. Then the insult to injury is when the false invitation is used as a support pole for their little pup tent of righteousness. A rhetorical question asked for the sole purpose of allowing a future, “Well, I invited you”.
Here’s what I love: Champagne.
It’s the bubbles. And It has to be dry, delicate, and very softly golden. I do so love a glass of champagne. Or a bottle, depending. On whether or not the bottle is available.
Here’s what’s great about being 2 years old: Wearing Bunny Ears.
My 2 year old little girl started preschool a couple mornings a week. One morning she brought out a pair of bunny ears and said she wanted to wear them to school. I thought it was a fine idea, although I never thought they would stay on past the car ride there. But when I came to pick her up 3 hours later, as I spied in the window, there she sat at her tiny table in her tiny chair, coloring. With bunny ears still perched on her blonde little head. Wonderful stuff that.
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Oh, I hate the false invitations too. Luckily, I rarely get invited to stuff in the first place, but yeah...that's rotten.
Bunny ears are the best.
The upside of not being invited anywhere :)
I would wear bunny ears or tiaras or butterfly wings too if I could get away with it. I think next year I will wear go-go boots around all day on my birthday. Just doing errands and stuff. And when people give me a look I'll say confidentially, "It's my birthday." Like that should explain everything.
wait...if two is the norm, what's the cut off age for wearing bunny ears (sans Playboy Mansion status) as an accessory? because I think I might be a bit past the expiraton date and didn't realize it until now.
Also, I would like to cordially invite you and your entire family to my summer home in...oh, wait never mind.
love you.
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