ti kaneis, koritzaki-mou? how come you don' call me?
holy shit, everyone.
we went to the pet supplies store around the corner tonight, and when we came back, there was a message from one of my crazy aunt/second-cousins whom i pretty much only see at weddings. in an accent as thick and greek as my delicious and elusive fage yogurt, she invites us [me and my "sweetheart" because she doesn't "know" that casey & i are married] to her house wednesday for dinner. also coming are:
my sweet but bonkers aunt-cousin thingie says, "we are... neh-buhrs baht we don' know." she rattles off her address: she lives on the next block over. i have walked past her house many times on the way to the cleaners.
people, what do i do!? she's so sweet, and means no harm, but she's friggin' nuts. i do not want to go there! surely, she'll not understand when we don't partake of her lovely lamb dishes or beef pasticho. to make matters worse, she is a block away. forever. casey asked, "do we have to move now?"