My mother-in-law sent me to bed

Two weeks ago, we left for Tahoe Donner (Truckee) on a week-long vacation.  My mother-in-law, Kathy, rented a cabin for the 8 of us.  It was just the right size, with enough room for us all to spread out and be comfortable.  The pool table in the game room downstairs was an especially nice touch.

The first night, there was a minor "incident".  A little after midnight, when everyone was pretty well lubricated and feeling good, Kathy decided it was time to go to bed.  Unbeknownst to the rest of us, that meant that it was time for us to go to bed, too.  And it’s not like she got up and verbally announced it; rather, she walked over to the light switch and turned the lights off.  When no one budged, she turned them back on, and quickly off again.  After a couple more rounds of this, we finally took the hint and shut it down for the night.

I think I can understand where she was coming from.  I mean, I needed to bring my A game the next morning, our second day of vacation.  I might have burned the French Toast or some shit like that, and we just can’t tolerate those kinds of shenanigans.  No siree. 

Anyway, my bruised ego somehow survived having been sent to bed for the first time in 15 years, and I was able to enjoy the rest of my vacation.  😉