OK- so this may come off snippy, but I am annoyed. Sorry for the attitude A while back my sister, a great cultivator of melodrama, decided to marry a tool. Once, before they started dating, he told me the NSA tried to recruit him out of high school. **sigh** He then told me his IQ was 137...I was a big girl and did not tell him what I tested out at. ANYWHOO, he is nice enough, worships my sister, and is relatively harmless. I have been supportive, helpful, and always welcoming. When he flew into town to look for jobs, I took the day off, drove him to interviews, took him to lunch, and had him stay at our house. I even made him pancakes. However, Captain NSA and I have mutually agreed we will probably never be BFF. I am too strong-willed, witchy, and pragmatic, he is too arrogant and a genius. A year before they got married, my sister called and asked me which of 3 dates she should choose. I told her 2 of 3 were ok, but I was travelling for work the third date. She chose the third date (of course). Despite my best efforts, I could not change it. I RSVP'd, but she didn't get the postcard. She never called to say, "Hey, where''s my RSVP? You coming or what?" It was never brought up in coversation. So, she spent 2 years telling everyone how awful I was, how much I hated her husband, and how by not RSVP'ing I was attempting to "snub" her hubby. Fast forward: In invite her to all our parties, send them holiday cards, and am nice at family functions. Her 2nd nephew turns 1 soon. I sent her and Captian an invite (via evite.com--ran out of time for paper notes this year). She viewed the invite, but did not click yes or no. Soooo funnny. Then she sent me an email berating me for something unrealated and in the post script wrote: "As for the party, thank you for the invite, but we are just not there yet." Um, ok. This party is about the kiddos, not me. She can see (via evite) there will be lots of people there, and TONS of kids. I will be occupied hosting and herding children. If she doesn't want to hang out with me, it probably isn't an issue. Her nephews see her picture on the fridge and ask who she is. Then she gets mad at family functions because the boys cry when she picks them up and totes them around. It is one thing if she lived far, but she is in town. She is trying to "hurt" me but is really just depriving herself of her (possibly the cutest) nephews, ever. Anyway, just had to vent. Her melodramatics don't usually bug me, but I envision another Christmas dinner of her crying because the babies don't want to be held by a stranger. Thanks for letting me purge the urge to be childish and petty. Altough I suppose venting anonymously on a public forum is not all that adult either... My name is Laree, and I am trying to become a better person.