Last year Shey's parents came out for a visit and brought her 9-year old cousin along. Since the cousin is a bit too young to be incriminated we'll call her Nicki (the name of her favorite American Girl doll). Nicki is a very cute little girl and that weekend we had a lot of fun taking her to Dave & Busters and site seeing around town. Nicki also forced me to watch several episodes of Hannah Montana while explaining to me all of the back story so I would know what was going on. I powered through it until she would fall asleep so I could watch my boxing, The Simpsons, etc.
Last weekend Shey was back in MS for a wedding. The wedding was for Nicki's aunt (another one of Shey's cousins). When Shey came back, she said that my sister-in-law had over heard Nicki talking with another family member at the wedding about the Mexican that Shey is married to out in Texas. Huh? She thinks I'm a Mexican?
Now I guess I've heard it all. John's sister-in-law thinks (or at least used to think) that Mark and I are brothers. She also thinks we are of Eskimo descent. Now part of Shey's family thinks I am a Mexican. All I've got to say is that I need to find my igloo so I can take a siesta...this typing makes me sleepy.