I had a conversation with my uncle today that made me scratch my head. We were talking about who was taking the trip this weekend to Chicago. I explained that I was picking up Emma and we were heading to my parent's to pick them up. He commented that he had assumed my parents were going. I further explained that Paul wasn't going because we were going away next weekend. Upon finishing that sentence he replied. Who? Paul. Silence (and I just waited to see if he could figure it out). Who? Finally I said, you know, my husband. And yes, I was slightly exasperated.
I realize we've only been married a little over a year and he'd only met him a couple times but he was at the freaking wedding.
