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Skeletons in the Closet?

So, mentioning the Mr.’s oh-so-amazing memory recalled an incident that occurred a couple of months ago.

We were on our way to the Auburn game I blogged about here, and while driving through Eufaula, Alabama, the Mr. pointed to the Shorter Mansion, a fixture in this picturesque town, and turned to the kids and said, “Mama and I had a wedding shower in that house.”

I looked at him like he was nuts and said, “No we did not.”

He looked back at me and insisted that yes, we had gone.  He elaborated by saying that my friends had thrown us the shower.

“Dude,” I said.  “My friends did not have a shower for us there.  I would have remembered having a shower at the Shorter Mansion.”

Oh, but the Mr. held his ground and maintained that it was I who had the memory problem.

Seriously?

I reminded him that I had never known anyone who even lived in Eufaula.  All of my friends had hailed from a city in the opposite direction, way far away from Eufaula.

You should have seen the look on his face.

“Hmmm,” he said, bewilderment in his eyes.

To which I replied, “Exactly who was it you were with at this supposed ‘shower’ you attended?  A prior marriage?  I guess someone has a skeleton in his closet.”

heehee