And I need that honeymoon cruise with my guy . This year, being sick, it’s helped me put stuff in perspective. Love and health are what matter.
Merilee had always been a self-sufficient girl. Not a complainer. It had been a shock to all of us when she said she’d been diagnosed with endometriosis and was scheduled for a laparoscopy. We’d known she’d had a hard time with her periods, but then lots of girls do, and that’s what I, and my mom and my sisters, had told her. Who could have guessed she had an actual medical condition?
Well, Matt had. He’d kept telling her to go to the doctor, but she’d listened to us rather than to him. Until this spring, when she was in even more pain than usual.
When she’d e-mailed about the diagnosis, I’d felt so guilty. I’m sure Kat and Jenna did, too, and Mom especially. The guilt had made me even more determined to give Merilee as special a wedding as could be arranged on such short notice.
While I’m being serious, one of the things about endometriosis is that it lowers my chance of getting pregnant. Matt and I figure we better get started sooner rather than later. And we want to be married when we start a family.
This was a good time to be going home. Somewhere amid Merilee’s schoolwork and the wedding preparations, I’d find an opportunity to talk to her about her health.
So, anyhow, there was something I forgot to tell you on the phone. I guess it kind of goes without saying, but if any of you want to bring a guy along as your date, that would be great. Jenna, knowing you, you’ll have replaced surfer guy by then, but if you do bring someone, try not to shock the ’rents too much, okay? Theresa, I guess you’re not seeing anyone? And Kat, are you dating anyone, or between losers? LOL.
Hugs, Merilee
Yes, even our sweet little sister could get snarky at times. She did like to lord it over us that she was the only one who was lucky in love.
Jenna had answered with, Never know who I may pick up on the way home, and I do live to shock.
Kat had responded to Jenna’s e-mail with, God, Jenna, be careful, for Christ’s sake!
To which Jenna wrote, Like you can talk, Kitty-Kat. You’re the one who has shitty judgment when it comes to men.
Kat wrote, Fine, then I’ll just come alone. It’s not like I’d ever find a man who met with the family’s approval. Theresa and I will be each other’s dates, right sis?
Before I’d had a chance to answer, Jenna had popped back with, Tree, you gotta get back in the game, big sis. Your hoo-ha’s gonna shrivel up and die if it doesn’t get some male attention soon.
That was when I’d checked e-mail and got into the conversation. My message read, At least my hoo-ha is selective.
As I read my post of less than twenty-four hours ago, I fought to hold back a giggle. Right now my hoo-ha, as Jenna so quaintly put it, was quite happy. Maybe Day wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind when I’d typed the word “selective,” but he did have talented fingers.
For a moment I closed my eyes and played with the fantasy of taking Day to my sister’s wedding. He’d blow the family’s collective socks off.
Not that it was going to happen. Our little fling was purely in-flight entertainment.
And speaking of entertainment, it was time to stop slacking off and get on with one of my tasks. Since the computer was open, I’d focus on wedding planning rather than exam grading.
Knowing it was almost impossible to get either of my parents by phone, I typed up an e-mail asking them to look into VanDusen Gardens, and saved it in my Drafts folder. When I was between flights in Honolulu airport, I’d find an Internet connection and do e-mail.
Then I opened my project-planning program and started a file titled, Merilee’s Wedding. I typed headings for Item, Target Date, Ideas/Notes, Progress, and Completed.
Then I entered, as the first item, Identify Venue, with the target date ASAP, then VanDusen? and Can parents swing
Merilee had always been a self-sufficient girl. Not a complainer. It had been a shock to all of us when she said she’d been diagnosed with endometriosis and was scheduled for a laparoscopy. We’d known she’d had a hard time with her periods, but then lots of girls do, and that’s what I, and my mom and my sisters, had told her. Who could have guessed she had an actual medical condition?
Well, Matt had. He’d kept telling her to go to the doctor, but she’d listened to us rather than to him. Until this spring, when she was in even more pain than usual.
When she’d e-mailed about the diagnosis, I’d felt so guilty. I’m sure Kat and Jenna did, too, and Mom especially. The guilt had made me even more determined to give Merilee as special a wedding as could be arranged on such short notice.
While I’m being serious, one of the things about endometriosis is that it lowers my chance of getting pregnant. Matt and I figure we better get started sooner rather than later. And we want to be married when we start a family.
This was a good time to be going home. Somewhere amid Merilee’s schoolwork and the wedding preparations, I’d find an opportunity to talk to her about her health.
So, anyhow, there was something I forgot to tell you on the phone. I guess it kind of goes without saying, but if any of you want to bring a guy along as your date, that would be great. Jenna, knowing you, you’ll have replaced surfer guy by then, but if you do bring someone, try not to shock the ’rents too much, okay? Theresa, I guess you’re not seeing anyone? And Kat, are you dating anyone, or between losers? LOL.
Hugs, Merilee
Yes, even our sweet little sister could get snarky at times. She did like to lord it over us that she was the only one who was lucky in love.
Jenna had answered with, Never know who I may pick up on the way home, and I do live to shock
Kat had responded to Jenna’s e-mail with, God, Jenna, be careful, for Christ’s sake!
To which Jenna wrote, Like you can talk, Kitty-Kat. You’re the one who has shitty judgment when it comes to men.
Kat wrote, Fine, then I’ll just come alone. It’s not like I’d ever find a man who met with the family’s approval. Theresa and I will be each other’s dates, right sis?
Before I’d had a chance to answer, Jenna had popped back with, Tree, you gotta get back in the game, big sis. Your hoo-ha’s gonna shrivel up and die if it doesn’t get some male attention soon.
That was when I’d checked e-mail and got into the conversation. My message read, At least my hoo-ha is selective.
As I read my post of less than twenty-four hours ago, I fought to hold back a giggle. Right now my hoo-ha, as Jenna so quaintly put it, was quite happy. Maybe Day wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind when I’d typed the word “selective,” but he did have talented fingers.
For a moment I closed my eyes and played with the fantasy of taking Day to my sister’s wedding. He’d blow the family’s collective socks off.
Not that it was going to happen. Our little fling was purely in-flight entertainment.
And speaking of entertainment, it was time to stop slacking off and get on with one of my tasks. Since the computer was open, I’d focus on wedding planning rather than exam grading.
Knowing it was almost impossible to get either of my parents by phone, I typed up an e-mail asking them to look into VanDusen Gardens, and saved it in my Drafts folder. When I was between flights in Honolulu airport, I’d find an Internet connection and do e-mail.
Then I opened my project-planning program and started a file titled, Merilee’s Wedding. I typed headings for Item, Target Date, Ideas/Notes, Progress, and Completed.
Then I entered, as the first item, Identify Venue, with the target date ASAP, then VanDusen? and Can parents swing
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