Reasons I am Crazy: 3

Every Sunday morning, we herd the crew into the car and go out for breakfast. It’s one of the only things that Aunt Mabel insists on, outside of getting her “hair did” @ 1:30 on Fridays.

Anyway! After we eat, my MIL inevitably asks if we can go for a drive. Inevitably, I want to jump from the moving car and hurl myself into oncoming traffic.

This past Sunday, Chip decided to take a stroll through the Kilmarlic Golf community so we could ohh and ahh about the pretty homes and landscaping. About 1/2 way through the tour, my FIL leans back and says to Aunt Mabel… wait for it… “This is where Chip wants to move.”

EXCUUUUUUUUUUUSE ME???

Of course, after the private inquisition, I learned that he merely said that he liked the area, and thought it would be a nice place to live… and that was it. URGH. I can’t get a freaking break.