What kind of relationship am I supposed to have with my in-laws? Don't answer that. Keep in mind that EVERYONE and their mama is an in-law somehow or another in the South ("she's my auntie's third cousin on her mother's side").
I had hoped to fly under the radar, or maybe not even fly at all when it came to the politics of being "the up-and-coming Black laywer's professor-wife" here. It's bullshit to me. But, it's funny how things sneak up on you. One of S.O.'s mother's second cousins called and invited us to dinner tonight. Me, being the socially-starved person I am, jumped at the chance. I mean, last night I came this close to asking S.O.'s mom if she wanted me to get a DVD and watch it at her house. Not that there's anything wrong with that, necessarily, but...it strikes me as a little desperate.
Anyway. Turns out the woman lives a mile away from this other woman who is S.O.'s mom's first cousin, who has been asking when we're going to come over for dinner ever since we got here two months ago. "How was I supposed to know?" I ask the court of Southern Family Hospitality and Gentility.
To this, the judge says in a booming voice "ignorance is not an excuse for breaking the law." Your sentence? Probation and community service lasting not longer than it takes to have dinner, tea, lunch, and picnic with all those who may claim to be family, excluding play cousins.
As Florida Evans would say: "Damn! Damn! Damn!"
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