My MIL, Laura, invited my husband and me to her house for her birthday dinner. We arrived around 5:30.
As soon as we stepped in, she looked at the flat-screen TV we bought for her and said, “Oh… I thought you were getting me the 110-inch one.”
Mind you, we got her a 55-inch Samsung. So, I just smiled and started helping set up the food.
But when we got to the dining room, I noticed something was off. Every seat at the table had a name card. Like at wedding receptions.
I brushed it off until I saw where I was seated. Not next to my husband. I was next to his uncle Carl.
Meanwhile, my husband was between Laura and my FIL, George.
Fine. I sat down.
