Hrm.
I got to thinking about the baby shower I missed out on.
When I last met my fambly in Orlando in December, I worked the whole time.
Sure, I joined them for dinner twice, and spent a couple hours at the pool with them. But other than that, when they went to bed/awakened/came back from wherever, I was on my laptop working.
Maybe they just figured I’d be working the whole damn time up there anyway. Perhaps they didn’t want to inconvenience me by making me feel obligated to buy a plane ticket/hotel stay/gift just to attend a two-hour party in Pennsylvania.
I don’t know. I’ll never know. And what I do know is that they are too nice to say otherwise.
Maybe I should send them a thank-you card.