Maybe all men that do this sort of thing. Or maybe all in-laws.
Cliff has been planning for quite some time on his brother coming this Friday to work on something-or-other in the shop. His brother's oldest boy, Scott, is coming, too. I'm fixing cheeseburgers. Simple, easy, and we have lots of ground beef. And who doesn't like cheeseburgers. I hate messing with big dinners these days. It'll just be me and four guys, right (Don, Scott, Cliff, and Phil)? Maybe five if the grandson shows up.
Donald and his wife spend the nights at Cliff's sister's these days when they're in the area, so I assume he will be coming out from there tomorrow morning; his wife and their sister are probably going shopping, since that's what they usually do.
But this morning Cliff said something about Donald coming Saturday.
"What? All this time you have been saying Friday! Scotty is coming Friday, he told me on Facebook."
"Oh really? I talked to Rena (his sister) yesterday and she asked if she could bring something Saturday."
Oh great. Now somebody expects me to cook a banquet on Saturday... or is it Friday?
Cliff called Donald and asked when he was coming to our house. "Friday," Don told him.
Cliff then called his brother Phil, who is going to have Don's wife put a head-liner in his classic car while they are here.
"When is Don planning to put the headliner in your car?"
"Friday or Saturday," Phil said.
So Cliff has talked to three siblings about the timing, and I know less than I knew before.
All I have to say is, if somebody intends to show up Saturday without letting me know, they had better bring pizza.