Wrong every time

On Saturday, I had my cousins over for a barbaque. I was quite sure it was implied in such an invite that the event would be outside, and casual. Well, my female cousins all showed up in dresses and heals. I was in jeans. Hmm.

Today I got an invite to coffee at my cousin's, to celebrate her daughter's 16th birthday. I put on a shirt and heals (more difficult than it sounds because I have not done any laundry in days, and thus it was down to slim pickins).

So, I show up, and well, no surprise. Everyone there is in jeans and a sweater. Hmm.

The good thing is that I trust they will forgive me.

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