I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and it didn’t take long.
My mother called me the other day to ask if she should give my niece and her fiance an engagement gift. And if was planning to. I told her that if her parents gave an engagement party, I would give a gift, but not otherwise. And then she would be lucky if I gave her two pennies to rub together, since I am still waiting for her to say “thank you” for the last two years’ Chanukah presents, not to mention the very hefty college graduation gift before that. Hmmph. Of course, I am bluffing. Probably.
“So, what? Are they going to have a rabbi, a priest, a justice of the peace, what?”
Oh, wait. Did I forget to tell you that my soon-to-be nephew-in-law is not Jewish?
Up to this point I have studiously avoided using his name. Because the one I might have used to refer to this rosy-cheeked young man from the South, the obvious humorous choice, happens to be his actual name. Geez.
So, before proceeding, I need to come with names for this couple. I mean, I’m sure this won’t be the last time I talk about them between now and then, and it’s going to be a tad unwieldly to do that without good names. So, put on your thinking caps…
Heheh. What? I can’t enjoy myself? A little?
Speaking of “the other shoe”, check out Flamingo Fotos today to see where it might have landed… Cheers!
