So, my parents bought beer for Deborah's Bat Mitzvah party. Okay, so thats not the weird part. The weird part is, my dad likes the same beer as Rob, apparently. I took one look at the Killians Irish Red and freaked out.

Also, it's been erased now, but there was this thing on the bulletin board that listed who was reading what Torah portion and who was doing which aliyah.. and Rob and I were going to have an aliyah together (if we had stayed together, he would have had the conversion ceremony over a month ago). Now it just says Melissa, but you can see the erasure marks. That hurts.

And then yesterday, Deborah got a card from her math teacher, Robert Coleman. She never knew his name was Robert, just thought it was Bob. This warranted a long discussion between she and her friend Arielle about nicknames for Robert. More hurt.

Hopefully enough of my family was never told in the first place that I was getting married that I won't have to explain that I am not.

Rob-issues aside, I'm looking forward to this weekend muchly.