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Why won't the parents accept "I don't know" as an answer to "what are you doing for your wedding?" They don't stop at "what are you doing?". When they don't get an answer to that it's "do you have *any idea* what you're doing?" Flipping heck. Really stressing me out :(

That and my mail server spacked again tonight and threatened not to reboot, and that it's *always* hot in here even when the rest of the unit is pleasantly cool after a cool change blew through, and that getting home late means a late night after all the other housekeeping nonsense is done, and I'm one tired/stressed girl :(


Yvonne said:

I choked on my coffee. (I TOLD you to put your foot down. Like training aninmals. Be friendly but firm.) Been there.


February 1, 2007 9:36 AM


trainman said:

I told you what to do. Ring them from Moscow in late June and say "We're getting married in Red Square tomorrow". Then they can't get there, as they have no passport!

February 1, 2007 2:09 PM


Marc napoli said:

You have two options here.

The first, which is the one we took because our parents are quite set in their ways, was to have our own input into what was important for us and then just throw our hands up at everything else and take it as it comes. ie. We wanted 150, our parents wanted 350. We decided that it would be fun and that our parents would be happy as it is the last time they would probably ever get to have a say in how we manage our affairs.

The second way, which is the way we will take when we have children, is to put your foot down and do it your own way. Organised, disorganised... whatever goes and stick two fingers up to everyone else and their ideas.

Or you could try a bit of both. But yeah, it can be tricky!

February 1, 2007 2:23 PM


Michael said:

We just told them what we were doing. You don't ask. You just do it.

February 2, 2007 9:59 PM


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