Friendship faux pas

Mom's church was doing an event for their women's ministry.  It was named the "Festival of Tables" & ladies from the church each took a table & decorated it.  They invited guests to have an evening of fellowship, dinner & to hear a guest speaker.  Mom was hosting a table & asked if Shauna & I would like to come.  I only agreed after I forced asked her to contact her friend that could tell us what the dinner would be.  I've got my priorities, people... 

 Most of you loyal stalkers know I'm bat shit crazy about the spelling of my name.  I tell people all.the.time that my mother hated me & burdened me with this for my whole entire life (mom LOVES to hear that, by the way).  

With that being said, I usually give people I consider important to me a couple of free passes to misspell it before I start the harassing gentle reminders that I'm special & misspelling my name is a first class ticket to irritate me an important detail that they MUST remember about me.  NO QUESTIONS.  A MUST.

(One of my bosses has spelled it wrong for 10 years.  And while YESSSSS it irritates the crap out of me, I don't really care...because I don't care enough about HIM to make him ask him to spell it right.  See how that works?  If I care about YOU, you must care enough about ME to get that stuff right.)  

And this spelling my name craziness is nothing I am ashamed of hide.  (Have ya'll MET me?)  Anyone who knows a smidgen about me, KNOWS this.

SO-the table festival was last Saturday night.  B-rad had a night off from the farm Friday (Brian & Brady were at a wedding & he couldn't run without someone else there to help him) so he went to Brian's to play video games.  Shauna & I went to dinner & shopping.  We came home... the boys were still playing games.  We sat around for a couple of hours & watched tv...& the boys were still playing games.  Then Shauna wanted to re-arrange some of her kitchen cabinets...  

I was standing by her fridge helping her move stuff around... & something caught my eye on her calendar.... a name.... but not MY name.  She was having dinner...on Saturday (the VERY same day as the festival of tables)...with someone named 'JAMIE'.  Shut.the.front.door.

I commenced to be appalled.  I ran to grab my phone to document this travesty.  As I'm running, she couldn't figure out what the hell was going on.  When she finally realized WHAT I was going to do, she launched herself to the calendar & totally photo bombed me.  What's even funnier is that it was about 1:00 AM... her 4 year old was sleeping 15' away... her dog was barking & attacking her (not me) & we are screaming at each other.  I'm screaming "WE.ARE.LEAVING!" (Of course, the boys weren't paying any attention to us...at ALL...)  She's screaming, "I'M SORRY!" & then tried to say the writing was Brian's & that HE had spelled it wrong.

  I give her an A for effort.

 She attempted to cover up this un-justice, but the damage was already done....

And if you aren't aware of what the title means, a faux pas is: a socially unacceptable error; a tactless deed.  Uhm, yea...  

But even though my friend had committed the most egregious act against me (& she'd already paid for her ticket AND I didn't want to be at the festival alone), we still went to dinner together.  

I've told ya'll - I'm a giver...

Mom's table was decorated with a fall theme.  The dinner was yummy, but by the time they let us eat, they were low on a lot of the food.  And as we waited to eat, other tables got their dessert...of chocolate cake.  By the time we were done eating - the chocolate cake was gone.  Oh, the humanity.  I was NOT a happy camper.  They had men from the church there (even their senior pastor) serving the women.  Mom had asked a friends son to help at our table.  He was a really cute kid & he knew I wasn't happy about no chocolate cake.  At one point, one of the other men put a lone piece of chocolate cake back on the serving tray.  CJ saw it the same time I did... our eyes locked...he knew what he was going to have to do...I mouthed & pointed, "CJ-GET ME THAT CAKE!" & he ran right to it.  Love that kid!

The guest speaker talked about Joy & had a wonderful uplifting message.  I enjoyed listening to her very much.  (But since I am dead inside & don't really do mushy, you can head over to Tracey's blog to read her take on the evening here.) 

 There were place cards on the table to write our names.  I took that as a sign the God was giving me yet another opportunity to shame Shauna just a bit more.  I had her tell mom what she did.  

Mom's response?  "Oh, you didn't...."  

I made asked mom to take our pic & she had the nerve to say to me, "I've never seen someone like to have their picture taken so much."  Listen - when we are THIS pretty it MUST be documented.  Period.