Yeah, I Know You Guys.

I had an interesting experience last night. My feelings got hurt and I left a party early. And on the way home I was trying to decide whether or not it would make a good blog entry. In the interest of being emotionally honest - yes, bad things and stupid things happen to me and I probably make more of them than I should. On the other hand, I really don't want to welcome Whiny McWhinypants to the blog.

So anyway, I was hurt and embarrassed, and I started projecting comments. You know- individually - from what I know about you. And this morning I laughed, because I don't know ANY of my regularish commenters in real life. But I really think I have some of your personalities pegged.
So here you go.

The background:
I arrived late to the dinner - you know- running kids around and whatnot. I was about 30 minutes late. Scoped out the room, didn't immediately see any of my friends with seats right by them, so I just went for a table that was about half full. I don't know if you're like me. I have about 5 women that I would consider my Really Good Friends in the ward. Everyone else I like, and I don't really mind getting to know some other people better. I'm not too shy about sitting wherever.

So I sat down, said hi to everyone, and after about 5 minutes, a woman at our table started entertaining us with a story about the dessert buffet they were serving - and how hard the brownies were, but what are you going to do- you have to serve them, right? And I'm sure she had no idea how late I had stayed up the night before to bake those 2 pans of triple layer brownies. Or even that it was me. But the story was entertaining. Something about sharp knives being bounced off them, and everyone in the kitchen laughing.

So I immediately went to the kitchen, where I found 3 of my Really Good Friends serving. It was tense in there. I know- it's usually tense in the kitchen during a dinner, but when I asked about the brownies, and not only could I not get a straight answer, but nobody would even look me in the eye. Yeah.
I picked up a brownie and squeezed it between my thumb and forefinger. It seemed right to me. Someone finally said , " Oh, they're fine." In an oh-they-are-really-not-fine-but-please-get-out-of-the-kitchen sort of way.

And so I did. And because I didn't know what else to do, I left and went and sat in the car for 45 minutes waiting for Lizzie to be done with her practice. And when she got into the car, she said, "Mom, did you have a good time? I was thinking this might be the only thing all year that you get to go to and just enjoy. Because you aren't even in charge!"
And she was so excited for me to have had a good time - that what could I do? I lied.

I'm sure I'm making more out of it than it was. But I'm tired. I have spent the last 36 hours doing either church or family things - and I am feeling extremely underappreciated and frankly, a little used up. And I haven't really started my Christmas shopping. And both my college kids are moving home tomorrow. And my parents are visiting for the weekend. And even though these are things to look forward to, they are also stressing me out. And I have now crossed into Whiny McWhinypants territory. That's SISTER McWhinypants to you!

So here are my predictions for some the most prolific blog commenters from the past couple of weeks:

Kristin: You should have gone Christmas shopping. It would be good for the country.

East of Eden: I never go to enrichment night. I might see the lady I visit teach and she wouldn't stop talking to me.

Heather: Why is the Relief Society assigning the YW president to bake 2 pans of brownies for their event, during the busiest time of the year? Don't they know that YW president is the most time consuming calling a woman can hold in the church? I would have told her that unless she wanted some canned applesauce, she was out of luck.

Yvonne: Oh, I'm so sorry. Sounds like you're already too busy! Would you like to get away for awhile? Why don't you come with us on our next cruise to Madagscar.

Kimberly: You can come bake those mint brownies for me. I'll even drive down my driveway to come and pick you up from the airport.

Melissa: People just don't get it, do they? I would fully appreciate your work, if not the brownies. In fact, I appreciate you so much, I'm going to send you one of these super cute bags I make with really cute fabric.

NancyFace: I would have just told that woman that they were my brownies, and maybe we should talk about something else. Also I don't eat brownies unless I can have eggnog with them. ;)

Lauren: Don't be hatin'.

Sue: You lied to Lizzie? I never ever lie. Ever.

Vern: Were they Christmas brownies? Because if they were CHRISTMAS brownies, they deserved to be burned like a yule log. Now regular brownies - those I'll eat.

Caroline: Hey, the brownies wouldn't have even made it to the church. If they were hard enough, my kids would have used them to build a fort.

I could keep going... but I really am going to have to vacuum or something today. And possibly even grocery shop.

But I would like to say that you are ALL completely right. And I appreciate all your support!