Last time I checked in I was still in the haze of having slept through my wife's family gathering…
But I didn't tell you the whole story, mostly because I was still shocked that my wife wasn't upset with me about it.
Still not sure if my mother-in-law is upset. She didn't seem to be either and we have a good relationship, so I'm sure I'll be ok. She knows I didn't do it on purpose and, frankly, she had more important things to worry about that day.
Anyhow… now is probably as good a time as any to casually drop a bit more detail about the family gathering…
See… I didn't want to distract from my amazement about not being in the proverbial dog house by filling you in right away on what the “family gathering” was.
Because it was a big one. And it would have distracted from the focus of that post.
No, it wasn't another funeral. That's apparently where I am at my liveliest (pun intended). Plus, the only funeral I plan on sleeping through is my own.
It was (pause for effect): My wife's sister's wedding.
It gets worse.
My wife was the Matron of Honor.
My son was the ring bearer (Maybe “one of the ring bearers” I don't know. I was asleep.)
And my daughter was the flower girl (Again… maybe “one of.” I was… well, you know.)
I, on the other hand, was sleeping.
Not there and sleeping.
I was asleep.
In the hotel.
I did make it to the reception though… well rested, too.
So I had plenty of energy to chase the kids around.
You can't make this stupidity up….
Would you have killed me?