Remember when my father-in-law reprimanded me because My Guy wrote the wrong house number on a note he sent him?
This is what went down on Thanksgiving.
FIL: So, did your parents ever make it to Superfarawaysuburb?
Me: Umm ... what?
FIL: Did your parents ever make it to Superfarawaysuburb - to your house?
Me: Our house is in Tinysuburbwood.
FIL: Oh, right. Tinysuburbway. Anyway, did your parents ever see your house?
Me: It's Tinysuburbwood.
FIL: Well, I call it Superfarawaysuburb.
Me: I think the post office would disagree with you.
FIL: Well. Did your parents ever see your house?
Me: Umm ... yeah.
FIL: Well! Next time they come down, call me! I could drive up and meet them for lunch! I didn't get to talk to them much at the wedding.
Me: That's because they avoided you because they think you're batshit crazy.
OK, maybe that last comment was my internal dialogue.