My uncle Jay is a little mentally challenged. He was oxygen deprived at birth and as the youngest, wasn’t given any grown-up abilities or responsibilities. Since my mom got knocked up with me when she was 20 and her baby brother was 6, he’s very close to my age. So he’s in his early 50’s these days.
My mother’s sister, Laura, is supposed to be in charge of his money (and doing a shitty job of it because she can’t keep her bitterness out of the transactions) so if he wants to see family for Xmas it has to go through her. So my mother tells me of a conversation she had with her brother Jay over this.
JAY: Laura says I’m going to Mom’s for Christmas… I thought I was going to Mary’s? (his 3rd of 4 sisters).
My Mom: Well, the Executive Decision makers decided it would be better if you came out here to Mom’s
JAY: Oh, Maaan! Why aren’t I ever involved in these decisions?
My Mom: You told us you couldn’t leave before the 21st because you had a prior commitment, so this was the best we could do.
JAY: Well… there’s a hockey game on the 19th and I’ll need the 20th to recover from my hangover.
HA!! Nice to have such clear priorities!!