My husband's father's sister in law is a nice lady. She's way up there in years, for sure, lives in one of those state where people live a long time, I guess it's the cold that preserves them. We visit once in a blue moon, it's a drive, and she's not a blood relative. We were planning to visit in the fall, had everything set, but it turns out it's the weekend that a neighbor's son down the street is getting married, and we're invited. My husband feels the need to visit the aunt, who knows what's around the corner.
So what's the thing to do?
Torn, Mount Redding.
Dear Torn,
Good God, Gertie , you're kidding me right. You have to ask? Is this the first you've ever heard of me or anyone remotely connected to me? Were you born under a rock, or living in a cave, or are you just out to lunch? This is a no brainer, even for people with no brains. This is a trick, right? You kids who hang around the Pizza Carnival ought to get jobs instead of stuffing your faces, and bothering people who have better things to do. Sheesh.
God bless, Donna
PS- In case this is legit, I take pity and spell it out. Unless the neighbor in question
saved the life of someone whose death would distress you greatly, you give them a nice gift, maybe nicer than you would have, explain you have family obligations, WHICH YOU DO, and go with your husband.
