Something terrible has happened.
I have to miss the U.S.A. vs. Ghana World Cup game Saturday due to a baby shower. There is really no way out of it. I am driving my husband's 91- year-old grandmother there and it would look pretty bad if I did a no-show. Ugggggg! WHY is this happening to me?
The U.S. has not made it to the top 16 since 1930! Okay, I have to calm down and be happy for the mother-to-be, the wife of my husband's cousin. We didn't even attend their wedding because "children" were not welcomed. That meant that my 12-year-old son and 17-year-old stepson were not invited. I know because I double checked with the mother of the groom.
We did the classy thing and sent a hundred dollar check to the happy couple. And they lost it. I know because the 90-year-old grandma told me. You want to know what my husband said? "Too bad. That's not my problem."
No, it was MY problem. Later that year the mother of the groom brought it to my attention in front of the new bride (who was rightfully mortified). Thanks, husband, for putting me in a really awkward position. I pretended that I didn't hear her. I can be a pretty good actress like that sometimes.
This is, of course, the new bride that is now pregnant and the mother of the groom that is throwing the baby shower I will be attending instead of watching the once-in-a-lifetime World Cup game. Are you following all this?
So, please pray with me that the U.S team will slaughter (or just barely squeek by) the Ghana team so I can watch them play again.
Or that the mother-to-be will be a huge soccer fan and have the game on during her stupid baby shower.