My SIL lives about 15 miles north of us. We're about thirty-five minutes from one another, give or take five minutes depending on the driver. That being said, we hardly see their family unless its a holiday or a birthday. Life gets in the way. They have a high school senior and a middle schooler and are very busy with golf and dance. Those are terrible excuses, of course, and despite our plans to do better, we haven't managed to do so.
Every time we go to my SIL's, we tend to get lost. As pitiful as that sounds, it is the truth. One year we actually went to the wrong house and knocked on the door. It was embarrassing to have the neighbors point out our SIL's home. Another year we drove past it because they had painted it and we were sure that it was the wrong house.
It has now become a joke. We are always late because we can't find the right road, or the right house, or the right anything.
This year Tom insisted we leave an hour early so that we'd actually be on time. That is if we could find the house. Which we actually did.
Tom: "Have I gone too far? It's the next road, right?"
Me: "Yes, the next road, and you turn right."
Tom: "Okay, I'm going to turn down this first entrance on to their street. Let's see...is this the house?"
Me: "Uh..it looks like they got new windows and maybe a new door. It doesn't look right, but this is it."
Tom: "Are you sure?"
Darcy: "Yes, we are sure. How can you not be?"
Tom: "How can you be so sure this is the right house?"
Darcy: "Because they have a sign on the house with their name."
Me: "That's one way to help us out. You think your sister did that for you?"
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