Etiquette. . . we don't need no stinking etiquette
It looks like today is shaping up to be a long Friday in the office so I'll leave this here for fun:
I just saw on social media that the wife of DH's good childhood friend threw herself a big ole baby shower. . . . for her fourth child in 6 years. I was not invited
I'm still on her sh*tlist because we didn't have children at our wedding 5 years ago when their oldest daughter was about one and a half. She was especially annoyed because DH is that daughter's godfather (we had no children at the wedding at all). We owned that decision, and accepted that she wouldn't come to the wedding without her daughter. Our decisions was confirmed a month before the wedding
we were all together at another wedding where that child was invited. The MOG did a spotlight interpretive dance for the couple that the child ran out into the middle of. One big arm swing knocked her over and the child's mom was so pissed. Later the child needed to be changed into her PJs which the mom did. . . at the table. . . placing the dirty diaper on her salad plate for the waitstaff to remove!