About twice of year, I attend a family gathering with my grandmother, my one remaining grandparent, where each and every one of her other grandchildren has begun trotting out their significant other like some prize gelding*. That is, except for me. I didn’t get the memo, but I do usually get grilled about how I should really work on landing a boyfriend, reminded that I am getting old, and that I am probably now too educated to find someone. This would all have happened yesterday. However, yesterday, I realized I was sick and unable to go.
Best. Cold. Ever.
* Not sure if people actually do this. Is this too British?