People I Am Related To

Yesterday the Hubs got a call - from his sister. Not once in her life has his sister called him. Let me give you some background real fast: She's about a year or two older than me, lives with her parents, does not do anything other than sit at home (no college or job), and is very heavy (seriously, very, very heavy). And she's just "off". I can't put my finger on it, but something isn't right there. When I get letters from the in-laws, usually the envelopes are decorated in stickers and you can see where my sister-in-law (SIL) has written the address in pencil and then gone over it in colored pencil. This is a 29 year-old woman?!?!

So, back to the story. Yesterday the Hubs gets a call from SIL. A few weeks back, Hubs had emailed his sister a website that had stencils for pumpkin carving - really neat, intricate designs. He thought he would send it to her, and maybe get her off the stickers and colored pencils. Anyway, no response from that email. Until today, when she calls him.

Hubs: Hello?

SIL: Hey (surprised)...I didn't think you were going to answer!

Hubs: That's what people do when you call.

SIL: Anyway, I wanted you to buy me those stencils for the pumpkin carving.

Hubs: Ask Mom or Dad...they buy you everything anyway. (True statement. She doesn't have a job, and my in-laws buy her everything. She also has this awful habit of just telling you what you should buy her for Christmas or such - it's not a subtle hint, it is a demand. I guess my in-laws always buy her what she wants, because she literally has NO value of a dollar. None.)

SIL: They don't want to. (Also true. I have a firm belief that my in-laws are stuck in some kind of paranoid time-warp, and they think that distributing their credit card over the internet is the same as handing your identity over. Totally disregard the fact that most normal people shop and bank over the internet nowadays.)

Hubs: Well, why should I buy it for you?

SIL: (starts whining)

Hubs: Sigh.

At this point, my mother-in-law (MIL) gets on the phone. (They do this weird conference call thing all the time, and they always talk over each other. AN-noying.)

MIL: (Hub's Name), don't be mean to your sister.

Hubs: How am I being mean?

MIL: If you're being mean, I would rather you just not talk to her.

I don't know what happened after this, because as the Hubs was telling me the story, I was laughing entirely too hard.

But, seriously, what kind of adult does this? I feel so bad for the Hubs. I feel bad for myself, when I have to visit this loony-bin in November. UGH!