My husband’s annoying, narcissistic, completely psychotic sister has decided to get married tomorrow. That’s right. On the FOURTH OF JULY. We have to use up a precious three-day weekend on her ridiculous wedding hoopla, spend a ton of money traveling, and we don’t even get to see fireworks. I know we have to go, but seriously, is this the rudest thing you’ve ever heard, or what?
On the rudeness scale, it falls somewhere below passing gas in your hand and then cupping it over someone’s mouth, and above screaming profanities at a telemarketer. So no, it’s not the rudest thing I’ve ever heard. In fact, some people prefer to attend weddings on long weekends so they don’t have to take a day off from work in order to go.
What’s rude is making your husband suffer through your constant bitching about an important, special day for his family. You’ll have a much better weekend if you stop complaining and attempt to enjoy yourself.
P.S. Unless you’re 8, there’s no reason to be upset about missing fireworks. Come on.
P.P.S. I’m guessing you hate his sister for reasons other than her choice of wedding date. Maybe you need to address these…just a thought…