My in-laws...some of the things they say just kill me. Matt's mom doesn't really reference the fact that he hasn't lived in Wisconsin for 18 years and doesn't really know any of the people he's talking about. Here's a sample conversation:
Mom: Remember the Schmelters?
Matt: No.
Mom: Well, their daughter Roberta was in a class with your sister Michele, and... yadda yadda yadda.
I think the best thing so far was when Matt asked her about her bladder control problem (shh, they'd kill me for blogging this), because Mom had an electronic device similar to a pacemaker put in surgically about 6 months ago.
Matt: How's that working for you?
Mom: Not very well. It's turned off right now.
Dad: She's got a remote control for it. Tell them about the air conditioners!
Mom (with an exasperated look toward Dad): We have new remote-control air conditioners in each room of the house and every time we turn one on, I get a jolt.
Me (thinking to self): Wonder what would happen if I hit the garage door opener right now?