Last Splash

Wednesday, 20 August 2008

Guess who's coming to dinner?

So, my granmother is in this rehab facility that is about five minutes from my father-in-law's (and wife's) house. The same father-in-law and stepmother that say "call us anytime...we miss you guys" at the five family events we manage to see them at each year. So, Sunday around 4PM we call, get the machine, and leave a message saying we're on the way to visit grandma and since they're so close we thought we'd see if they had dinner plans or not. Twenty minutes later, we get a call back, and they say "why don't you come by for dinner?" Okay. That's cool...usually when we call last minute the response is more like "well, I think we're all settled in for tonight, bud" at like, 7:30. (Have I mentioned that my husband's brother was always daddy's favorite growing up.)

Anyway, as we arrive later, John says, "oh, cool, Karen's here (senior in college stepsister)...and Eric, I guess (24 year old sepbrother)...and...J and J?" (J and J would be John's brother and his wife with 9 month old baby.) So, we walk in and J and the baby are all sprawled out on the living room floor, the table is set all fancy and stepmom-in-law has baked a pie and roasted a chicken and obviously, cooked a dinner for the rest of the family that was planned much earlier than 4PM. Obviously, our gut feeling that all the "call us anytime...we miss you guys" are fairly insincere, seeing as how we were the only siblings living in town that were not invited to this get-together. (In fact, Karen actually said, "I didn't know you guys were invited!" to which I promptly replied "oh, we weren't...we invited ourselves, apparently...")

So, that was awkward...