Driving to the annual family Christmas event (You know the one. The one where you see people you only see once a year.) memories of conversations from last year’s event began replaying in my head.
They started off innocent enough.
“So what are you doing now-a-days?” my distant aunt asked.
I always knew that was just the warm-up question. She has enough couth to know that pretending to know me well enough to ask personal questions would be poor manners. So instead I got a series of prerequisite questions. Then she went in for the kill.
“So when are you getting married?”
