don't smother your kids

I'm off to a wedding out of town tomorrow, so I'll be MIA until probably Sunday. It's the first time I've been to a family wedding (weird, I know) and it should be interesting. It's my cousin Christina's (who prefers to be known as Kris, or possibly Krys, I can never keep up) and she's the second-youngest of five kids, four of whom I haven't seen in quite some time. I love the cousins on my dad's side -- they all have my dad's sense of humour, and thusly my sense of humour -- but we see each other so infrequently and they're so much older than me now that it tends to be awkward more than anything. That, and my paternal grandma's going -- the same paternal grandmother I met for the first (real) time only last December, and incidentally the same grandma that did not talk to my dad or the Kris' mother for something like 20 years.

...Yeaaaaah. Oh, families. So much drama.

Meanwhile, in the realm of TMI, buying a dress and bra for this wedding was my first real experience in "@#$#% boobs, gtfo, HDU get in my way". I knew this day would come, but it's still kind of sad. All those years of relative contentedness. Shame.