We Are Family

Here is some mucho deliciouso homemade Milky Way cake we made this past weekend. OMG, it is heaven, I tell ya.

Tomorrow I begin the journey to Las Vegas. The dinner tomorrow evening with my family is not weighing on my mind as much - I've given it enough energy and thought that I'm tired of thinking of it.

However, I have been thinking about all the nosey questions I anticipate coming my way, and I have a thought I need to get out of my head.

Question(s): "So, how much did you pay for your Vegas vacation?" or

"When are you going to start having kids?" or

fill-in-the-blank kind of question that is a private matter for me

Answer: "None of your business." or "I'm not comfortable discussing that with you."

Question: "Well, you're not even going to tell me/us?"

Answer: "No."

Question: "Why not?" I especially HATE this question. Why the hell do I owe anyone an explanation?

Answer: "Because it's a private matter to me."

That should be enough reason right there.

It's interesting that some things that are private to me may not be private to someone else. I believe that other people should not be the judge of my privacy, right?

Nosey family members may think, "Well, I don't think it's a private matter, so you should tell me anyway, because inquiring minds want to know. If you chose not to tell me, then you should at least offer an explanation as to why you're not sharing the information." Which is how many families function, I suspect, not just mine.

If I say it's a private matter, then I wish others would RESPECT my privacy and move on to the next topic. I don't owe you any explanation.

OK, I just needed to get that out. Now I'm ready for the family. Bring it on!