I’m with you, Sherry. The stupid games are the worst.

Someone threw me an exquisite bridal shower, but there was a beyond awkward moment when there was one of those E.F. Hutton lulls in the conversion. At that point, my pre-medicated MIL proclaimed loudly that my now husband “has a beautiful body!” Everyone looked right at me. I wanted to crawl under the table.

(And I thought I was the only person left alive who had seen Mr. Sardonicus!)