My BIL (H's brother) is coming to visit for a couple days on his way - somewhere else. (H wasn't clear on that.) That's fine, I like him OK, and he's not creepy.
He called H yesterday to ask if it were OK that he stopped in, and when would be a good time for him to arrive, etc., etc. Normal stuff when you plan a visit, right?
Only apparently, everyone else in the family was all, "Oh, you don't have to call. Just show up! They'll be happy to see you!"
Thank God H and BIL somehow managed to turn into normal (or, well, MORE normal) people. If he'd just shown up on our doorstep, I would have had a meltdown, seriously. I told H he'd better pass on to the rest of the family that unless they want his wife's head to explode, they'd better call first. You just show up on my doorstep, you're going to get directions to the nearest hotel and a pleasant refrain of "Stay with us? I'm afraid that won't be possible."
Also, H is talking to MIL again. I'm not pleased. He told her she could come visit us, and THEN passed that on to me, and I just gave him the Icy Stare Of Doom. He was all, "Well, she won't come, you know she won't." And then proceeded to do housework, lavishly praise my cooking, and give me a foot rub. Man knows when he's wrong, at least.
Yeah. She'd better not, or I don't care that I'm not supposed to use the credit card, I'll be in some posh downtown hotel with a spa and room service until she leaves. And our daughter will be with me.
But the good news is that she's moving to Mexico. So come on, drug violence!