I Survived!
The engagement party went well. Nobody was carried out feet first. I was introduced to many “old family friends” by the mother of my sister’s partner, all of whom I instantly forgot the name of because my care factor was in the minus range. Also, I was very sleep deprived having only got 2.5 hours sleep the night before, as we had to be up at 4:30am.
The word head lice was mentioned - one of the multitude of kids at the party apparently has them. There was a lot of kids there and I was never told exactly who it was. I have been scratching my head ever since, and I even got The Other Half to check it with a torch, and put tea tree oil in my shampoo. I suspect this is just in my mind and there’s no real lice here, but eew. And are you scratching your head now? See, it is psychological.
I was there for the birth of my second nephew and got to cut the cord. He’s some amazingly old age now. I’ve deliberately tuned out everyone who was telling me how old he was because it was freaking me out.
And my oldest nephew will never be older than 4 in my eyes but apparently he is 13 this year, or so he informs me. And he is going to learn to drive a tractor at school. And in just a few years he will be driving a car.
We went to Ikea for lunch and my oldest nephew chose the Swedish Meatballs. I asked him to get a larger serve so Mum and I could try them. Wow, they are amazing. Mum and I both had the chicken breast in herb sauce which was also stunning. The prices are amazingly low.
So in summary, I may need valium in about 3 years to deal with the concept of a driving nephew. And I may need a lice comb. But hopefully not!
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But what did you BUY at Ikea??? Pictures woman!
And now you have me scratching. Damn you!
I am jealous. Simply green. Ikea - what’d ya get???? “cos no one goes there without getting something (at least I can’t).
I’m with you on the nephew. My son is 16 tomorrow. A driving son. Kill me now - I’m terrified.
*scratches head* - thanks for that
Glad you had a good time and no blood was shed.
LOL. Ikea’s swedish meatballs really ARE tasty! Yum!
I hope you didn’t get headlice but it is amazing how just the mention of them makes your skin crawl. Yikes.
Anyway, I’m so glad the engagement party went well.
I’ve never tried the food at Ikea although I did once have coffee which wasn’t so nice. I want to go again and buy a couple of things, but L has a new “panic” going and we have to save money. (in case we have to move suddenly).
No head scratching going on here.
Hopefully you will not have to use that comb lol. I’m glad that everything went well for you. I’m sure that you are glad to see your nephews again.
Yeah that’s great but I too was expecting more about Ikea. Unless you can use those meatballs to make shelves I don’t think you took full advantage.
I think you are awesome to attend that party for your family. I hope you weren’t sleep deprived from all the assistance you have given me! Thanks for your excellent service and I hope you are feeling back to normal soon.
BTW I did get an itchy head. It always works that way doesn’t it!
Well the post had me confused about eating at IKEA, but all these comments….I’m even more confused. I guess if Barnes & Nobles books in the US can have a Starbucks then why no have a meatball vedor in IKEA? (-:
I didn’t realize IKEA had food either..so glad you went to the party and hope you don’t get the lice. I heard they are hard to get rid of…
Have fun this weekend..weather in the Buffalo suburbs is terrible..where is our spring..
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Lice are like a plague. I’ve never gotten them, but remember a nightly ritual of lice picking from hair at family friends house. Looking back, makes people like chimps who love to groom their hair a lot by hand.