Christmas Letter and Mother-in-law
I got a phone call from my dear ninety-year-old mother-in-law. “Jeanne, I’ve been praying for you every night.” Me: “Oh, that is so sweet of you. I can always use prayers.” Mom: “Has Pam lost her mind?” Me: “WHAT? No! She lost her husband… not her mind.” (I had completely forgotten about the Christmas letter I sent out this year. I added it below.) Mom: “But she is trying to kill you. I’ve really been praying for you—now I know why.” Me: “WHAT? NO! WHAT??” Mom: “We got your Christmas card…” Me: “Mom! It was a joke! She wasn’t really trying to kill me. It was meant to be funny.” (I didn’t mention that it was actually all true. She would never understand.) Mom: “Oh good. I’ve been really worried you’d go back and visit her… with her trying to kill you like that.” Me (banging my head on the table): “No, Mom! It’s all good. It was just a joke. She did NOT try to kill me…” Mom: “Okay, that’s good. I’m still praying for you.” Somebody needs to, for sure. Note to self...