OK, it wasn't quite that bad. Rijid got me some cool stuff, and my sister called to say there was something in the mail. Also, there was many shopping money, and that's always nifty. But, really. The bad stuff was really pretty awful.

When my parents' neighbor turned 30, they got him a *something* with a "HA-ha, you're old!" motif. This was 10 or so years ago, and when he moved last spring, he decided the *something* really wasn't very relevant anymore. He left it in a pile of stuff for my mom to drop off at Goodwill. My mom realized she would have a daughter turning 30 soon, and rescued the *something*. I'm not going to say what the *something* is, because I was specifically instructed to hold on to it, to pass on to my little sister when she turns 30. So, yeah. This *something* is probably going to stop being amusing in my day to day life in a few months, but then I still have to hold onto it for FIVE MORE YEARS. Thanks, Mom!

A few months ago, Rijid asked me why I have so many pairs of nearly identical sandals. I told him it was becasue my grandma is insane. Grandma buys sandals, see. She wears them once or twice, and then she remembers that she doesn't really like sandals. I have the same size feet as Grandma, so the sandals get passed on to me. When I told all this to Rijid, he gave me a strange look. Yesterday at my parents' house, he actually got to hear the "Hey, I bought sandals again!" speech, so at least now he knows that I'm not the crazy one. It's all good, though. Mildly insane foot-fetishist Grandma is the least of my troubles.

My other Grandma called my mom a few hours into the festivities. Apparently, since no one even sent her a birthday card this year, she wasn't going to be celebrating anyone's birthday anymore. "Make sure you tell Jenny that's why I'm not there." So, Mom took me into the kitchen and told me. She also made sure to point out that Grandma had probably had an extra pre-dinner cocktail or three, and has been manifesting other kind of scary paranoid tendencies lately.

It still hurt, though. OK, yeah, I should have sent her a card. If I had known, and if I was in the habit of sending cards to people, it would have been the right thing to do. There is logically no reason to expect her to send me something for nothing. But she's my grandma! What happened to unconditional love? No, that's not fair. I should have known, um, even though I didn't.

And that's about where things are. I do feel shitty about forgetting her birthday, but I'm honestly not sure if I need to feel quite this bad about it. Meh.

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