Sometimes, my mother-in-law is more than I can stand.
Take yesterday, for example. There’s some old sheet music that features two old relatives of Mother Chili’s mother in the living room, right? One of the ladies had Grandmother’s last name and the other had a different last name. When we asked Mother what the relationships were, she explained that one was a great aunt of hers (Grandmother’s aunt on her father’s side) and the other, a cousin of some stripe, “only married in, so she wasn’t really family.”
Take a moment with that, if you would, and recall that I was standing RIGHT THERE.
Most of the time, the stuff Mother says just washes right over me. Every once in a while, though, she catches me up short.