It's not every day that your husband's parents get married. Okay, they were married, got divorced when he was in junior high, years went by, they decided to get married again. It's probably best for me to not comment too much on the subject.

The fun thing about the weekend was that I kept seeing the strangest names. It started in the church: a bulletin board with all the Sunday School teachers revealed one volunteer with the unfortunate name Iona Keister. Later, while driving to a restaurant for dinner (no visit with Jeff's parents is complete without eating), I saw a church named "The Intimacy Church of the Comforter". And later, we drove past "The Big Midget Convenience Store". Oh yeah - there's a dentist in town named Dr. Fang.

The un-fun thing about the weekend was when the relatives insisted we watch NASCAR's Golden Boy Jeff Gordon on QVC. At that point I retreated to our assigned bedroom to watch Spongebob Squarepants. Shellshocked, I had to be dragged out and forced to be social after a couple of hours.