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Grammy's Birthday

I haven't posted in a while and Stacey will be downright annoyed if I don't update soon. Ugh.
We went to Phil's parents on Wednesday evening for dinner. It was his Mom's birthday, Grammy. Ihave no idea how old she is. None what so ever. Sad thing is, I don't think he does either.
We were told 2 weeks ago that we would be going to Mongolian Barbeque with everyone that night. The next week, we got a message from Phil's sister. It went just like this, "Hey, Mom thinks that we are going to Mongolian Barbeque, but we aren't. We are eating here. Be here at 6pm and bring something if you want to." Ok. Whatever.
Phil and I couldn't decide why we were eating at his sis's house instead of going out. Come to find out, Phil's mom had no idea either, she still thought we were going to the restaurant. Hmmm.
When we arrived (Phil's mom lives in a guest house behind Phil's Sister's house), Abby, Phil's neice, gave us a talking to for coming in the the wrong entrance and ruining the surprise. Surprise??? Ok, no one told us this was a surprise. And what was so surprisy about it? We were all going to eat anyway. "Surprise! We aren't going to a restaurant". Ok. sure.
This is a regular occurance with these people. We are told 6pm, arrive on time and no one else gets there until 7pm. We are told 5:30pm, we are late, they are already eating. Its hit or miss. I hate it. On the other hand, my mom will plan lunch 3 weeks out down to the very last detail. I am sure there is a happy medium somewhere.

posted by Metalmeredith @ 11:50 AM