On Friday, hubby receives an e-mail from his parents saying that they'd like to visit us in October.
A little background: they live in Washington State, we live between Washington, DC and Baltimore, MD, hubby's brother lives in Portland, OR.
On Monday we get a rather terse message on our answering machine from M stating that they need to know TODAY whether they can come visit. Not only do we NOT have any vacation days left to spare, but we have a lot going on, including a very sick dog. Hubby calls them back.
"Is there any REASON you need to come see us in October?" he asks.
"Well" M replies "We'll be in Portland, and we just wondered if it was ok to hop on over to see you both."
"You're going to be in Portland, Maine?" hubby asks
"No, Portland, Oregon" M replies
"Do you know which son you're talking to? This is the son that lives on the East Coast, so flying from Portland, Oregon to Washington DC isn't what I'd call a 'hop'."
"Well! We can't get any flights out anywhere close to us anymore, and since we were going to be in Portland, we figured it would just be easier to catch a flight to see you both at that time."
"We're both very busy with our sick dog, we don't have any vacation, so why don't you just wait until the beginning of the year, then we can pick a good time for you both to come out and visit."
M thanked hubby for being honest, as apparently when she asks Hubby's brother if it's ok to visit, they always say fine, but she thinks that it might not be fine, and they're just saying it's fine, when it's not fine.
It doesn't matter... they aren't coming out, thankfully.
