We’re having this “thing” in a few weeks. It’s a big thing that we do every year and our house is full. This year will be the first time we have had this “thing” in small town USA. So this is the first year to invite our friends and neighbors who live right here…

Wouldn’t ya just know it.

Have you ever repeatedly done something that you had no clue you were doing, only to find out later what you were doing was all wrong? And everyone knew it but you?

It’s kind of like having something stuck in your teeth, or a booger hanging out your nose, and the whole world knows…but you have no clue.

Tonight, we had a guest. The guest happened to be related to one of our great neighbors whom we have invited to our “thing.” And when he revealed to us who he just happens to be related to…he called our neighbor, his father-in-law, by the WRONG NAME.

Huh.

How terribly sad it is that a son-in-law has no clue what his father-in-law’s name is.

I just grinned really big and pretended that everything was just fine.

And then I HIGHTAILED it upstairs to change our neighbor’s name on our invitations THAT WE ALREADY SENT OUT.

So, if I happen to call you Sherrie instead of Mary, or Barry instead of Larry, or Alicia instead of Lucretia, or Fred instead of Ted, just grin really big and pretend that everything is just fine.

I am grateful for neighbors who are laughing at me on a continual basis…

I am grateful I have set the bar low.

I am grateful that because of this guest tonight, I will never call my neighbor by his other name ever again.