I am truly in the dog house. At dinner out with companions last night, I blurted out that on Easter Saturday night after returning from Sister's, we ordered a delivered pizza. As our usual place across the street was closed for the duration of Easter, we ordered from Pizza Hut online. The pizza was ok, but it was quite expensive. Pizza Hut added a public holiday surcharge which I noted as being inappropriate as the Saturday of Easter is not a public holiday.
I mentioned that at dinner last night, a dinner where older people get together and complain about stuffs and tell each other about bargains they have managed to get.
I totally forgot that R told our friend that we would not be available to visit for a curry for dinner when he asked for that night, as Sister was making dinner for us. Sister bashed off to local football, and left some a pasta sauce and garlic bread for Mother, ABI Brother and Little Jo. We were home for dinner and very tired, hence the ordered pizza.
R is a kinder person than I am. I will just say no. R will come up with reasons and excuses why we can't go to someone's place for dinner and I was tired after driving for umpteen hours that day. I just say no, if something doesn't fit in with work or life.
But, as far as our friend knew, Sister cooked us dinner that night, until I blurted out that we paid public holiday surcharge on a delivered pizza the same night. I just forgot about the lie of Sister cooking us dinner. I pointed out that I am tired of making excuses and we should just say no when we don't feel like it or up to it. Nevertheless, it is all my fault and I am in the metaphorical dog kennel for a day or so for exposing R as a fibber.
Even at my old age, I have decided that will no longer tolerate giving excuses for not doing things. I will speak honestly and just say no when there is a dinner invitation that I don't want to go to. 2014 will be the year of honesty. Our friend likes lots of company and invites us often. We are not quite so social for visiting people for a home made curry.
As you can see, I am completely right, and R is terribly wrong, but you won't hear his side of the story on my blog.