My non-favorite cousin has been here from Germany for the past three weeks, along with his wife and two children. They're not my favorite children, either. As my best friend told me, "they must be something if you call them brats. I've never heard you say that about a kid - ever."
Last time I saw the little darlings, the older one bit me in the boob. I pushed him away (he was about three) and told him, "I don't bite you, don't you bite me."
Within moments, his mother was all over me, telling me that he was a baby, and that I am cruel to speak to a baby like that. Yep, that's it. I'm well known for my cruelty to children.
Anyway, for the first time in a while, I was able to make myself a necklace. It was of lime colored fiber optic nuggets with rainbow acrylic spacers, and everything is an excuse for me to use lots of silver. (It was a lot nicer than it sounds) I wore it with my cool black dress that has a lime colored print on it - the necklace and dress went perfectly.
I wasn't going to see my cousins on this visit, but I was under maternal orders to show up tonight. It hasn't been a good day for pain, but even if I were dead, I had better show up at Mom's. Bob, knowing that Mom will keep me at her house until way past my limit, took the night off to make sure that didn't happen.
So, we get to Mom's house and say hello all around. The kids are bigger, but still pretty rambunctious, tearing a swath through my mother's beautiful home. (Like Hurrican Ivan, but German speaking and with less rain) Their oblivious parents wanted to chat, and never noticed the destruction. Manda was able to grab the kids without anyone noticing, and she speaks enough German to make numerous threats. (All my "in public" threats are in German, and have been all of Manda's life) Things calmed down nicely. (Thank you, Manda)
My cousin's wife openly admired Manda's necklace, and my mother gave the evil look that means "give it to her." Fortunately, I was able to point out that the necklace said "Manda" in lampwork beads, and wouldn't be appropriate for someone named Ursula. (Thank you to Starlia and the bead giver!) Ursula then turned her sights to my new necklace.
Crap. I saved Manda's necklace, but this wasn't going to happen twice in a row. It's customary to give people things they admire aloud, at least in our family. (I learned to keep my yap shut at a very young age, lest I appear greedy) I removed the necklace, and my cousin's wife immediately ran off to put it in her luggage to take home.
Then, to add insult to injury, Mom whined that she wanted a necklace like that, and how come I hadn't made one for her. Too bad there were so many people around or I would have told her _exactly_ when she could expect such a necklace, and where to put it.
At least we got home early. Bob saw I was worn out and practically carried me out the door, despite Mom's protests. I was able to tell my cousin and wife that the kids ae beautiful. They are - spoiled rotten, but beautiful.
BTW, Mom has no clue that I have all the "ingredients" for an identical necklace here on my desk. If I feel well enough, I'll make another tomorrow. She's not getting it, either.
Kathy N-V