Someone asked me yesterday, why I left my midwest home and moved to the cold, snowy mountains of Wyoming. Phone calls, I told her. Yes…phone calls.
My Aunt Wee (don't ask) called my mother and asked her over for dinner. The conversation below was relayed to me by all parties involved.
Mom: I won't come unless you invite Merle too, as it's actually her turn to host a dinner. (Merle is their sister…no idea why my grandparents came up with these names, but it might explain why they're all bat shit crazy.)
Aunt Wee: I can invite anyone I want.
Mom: No you can't. You must be fair.
Aunt Wee: Put your crazy score card away, and just come over for dinner.
Mom: I will not. I have a movie I want to watch instead.
Aunt Wee: Why didn't you tell me there was a good movie on TV.
Mom: I didn't know I was suppose to tell you. Besides, you're having dinner guests.
Aunt Wee: I'm not having guests. I just invited you, and yes you are suppose to tell me if a good movie is on.
Mom: Well, I'm not coming because Merle is coming over to talk about finding a new Doctor since she can't go to the one replacing her Doctor who is moving.
Aunt Wee: Why can't she go to him?
Mom: Because he has facial hair.
Aunt Wee: I better call and talk to her.
Mom: You can't call her, it's not your turn.
Aunt Wee: Yes, I can and I'll also invite her to dinner tonight.
Mom: Fine! Then I'll stay home and watch a movie.
Now that I think about it, this was one of the least crazy conversations I've heard from them.
