Another weekend without hugs. What do you do when your for sure hugs, don't hug you. Granted I've been sidelined with a bacterial sinus infection this weekend, I still expected hugs. But alas, I was deemed "too snotty" and suggested to " just hug your cat". It should be noted that she too objected.
Fridays and Saturday were spent on the couch with antibiotics and nasal steroids. But Sunday I was able to get out amongst the people. I had lunch with friends and a surprise visit from my parents for dinner. As I explained the concept of this blog to my parents, they kind of looked at me dumbfounded. "So you're posting this on Facebook?", came from my father. And my mom offered a much less sincere, "well we don't plan on hugging you."
I did get a good hug story out of their visit at least. Apparently when my Aunt Ann was headed to the Peace Corps for two years many years ago, my mom, her sister and brother, and my grandparents all stood beside the plane and waved goodbye. You read that right, no hugs. 2 years in Africa, and no hug goodbye, just waves. So there you have it. I have my work cut out for me.
But for now, I have some Golden Globes jokes to crack about the awkwardness of Lena Dunham.
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