So the in-laws celebrate their 50th this year and, as such, there's a party in the works for the summer. We're also combining it with a bit of a Sleepy Family Reunion -- because it's been a couple-three years since we were all together in the same location (I believe probably for the grandparents' funerals).
Anyway, father-in-law has been having a spat with his older brother about something ridiculous (from the best I can suss out -- and really hubby and I try to back away with our hands up whenever someone tries to rope us into this feud -- FIL is ticked that Brother's Wife who has a very pronounced Spanish accent says his name wrong. But then it devolved from there and it just seems like everyone involved is wrong and they're all too stubborn to admit it.) Well, I thought given that it was the whole extended family and a 50th anniversary that ridiculous animosity could be set aside for a weekend.
Alas. Uncle calls up hubby last night after having received the invite to let us know they won't be coming because Father-in-law is a big jerk.
Insert eye roll here.
I just...these people are in their seventies! Grow. The. F. Up.
Whatever.
At least covid has done one good thing and the minimums to which we would be held accountable in a normal year for said party are not in effect. So if it's just hubby, me, and the kids plus the in laws who go? We're good and not on the hook to pay for unused rooms/meals. That was a huge sigh of relief, let me tell you. Especially since apparently a virus isn't the only stupidity that may keep people from attending.
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