I don't know how to say this gently. so I'll just blurt it out - my sister in law thinks I'm a hooker. There, I said it and I feel better about it. It's all just a misunderstanding, but one that kinda has me has me reeling. I will try to explain . . .
It all goes back to the first week of June when we decided to have a big BBQ for my son's 13th birthday. It is customary in our house for me to handle ALL the arrangements, but for some strange reason, hubby decided to create the Evite. Evites are online invitations that you send out by e-mail. Anyway, he sends out the invite and adds my e-mail to the list separately, just so that I could view the invitation. But since I am already part of his head count, I declined. Being that I had just written this post about spending Memorial Day in the city watching hookers and sailors during fleet week, I made the following (tongue in cheek) reply: "Diaryofamadbathroom cannot attend as she will be returning to NYC to find straggler sailors left over from Fleet Week". You get it, right? A joke to be sure. Not to my sister in law.
This past weekend my husband gets an e-mail from his sister asking the following - "Was that a joke or is DG really not going to be home this weekend for the party?". When he read the e-mail to me, we shared an uncomfortable giggle about it. On the one hand, it was hysterically funny, but on the other hand, WTF?
I have never felt like my husband' s family get my sense of humor. When I sit around a table with my family, we laugh like idiots, but I don't think I have ever so much as gotten a giggle out of them. It's like their sarcasm receptors are broken. And let's face it, if the audience doesn't get sarcasm, then my material goes over like a lead balloon. So now I have to flop sweat through this one and explain the joke. You know that once you have to explain the joke, it's no longer funny.
The party is this weekend and I am torn about how to handle it. I can either put on some spandex and clear heels, park a couple of big rigs in the driveway and disappear from the grill every 20 minutes or so -OR- I can take the high road. Hmmmm. It's a tough decision. I could really use the money.