The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

So the thing about my mother is that she loves a good panic.

Seriously. I have never seen her happier than when she thought radiation

was going to cross the Pacific from Japan and kill us all.

Then there's my dad, who's really calm, smart, and supportive of us.

He likes to spend his days reading by his bonsai collection.

How these two ever got together in the first place, I will never know.

My name is Lizzie Bennet and these are my parents.

What's keeping Mom "happy" at the moment is that she's decided we can't go over to meet

Bing Lee like normal people. No. For some reason, Dad has to go over and introduce

the rest of us. And he hasn't done it yet. This has been going on all week:

And if you do not go visit Bing Lee tomorrow, we may as well resign ourselves

to not meeting him until Emily Lu invites us to her daughter's wedding.

Charlotte Lu is getting married? Why would Bing Lee be at her wedding?

Because he's the groom!

So that's been fun. Oh! And Charlotte, apparently you're going to marry Bing Lee.

Congratulations. - You know, we still don't know what he looks like.

Exactly!

But fortunately for this odd couple marriage, there is nothing Dad

enjoys more than winding mom up. I made a chart!

- NERD! - Get out!

So then of course when dad actually introduces himself to Bing Lee,

he doesn't, you know, tell Mom. Because that would be the normal thing to do.

No. He waits until mom is so frustrated over him not meeting Bing Lee

that she yells that she's sick of the whole thing and

would be happy never to hear the name Bing Lee again.

And that's when Dad says: - Oh, that's too bad.