VIP = Very Ignored Person
It’s the night before my husband’s sister’s fifteenth birthday party (the big one here), so the house is packed and everyone has been preparing for tomorrow. As such, we decide to order burgers, and my husband sorts out the order.
Me: “So are you going to pick it up or is it delivery?”
Husband: “Delivery, look at the size of the order we’ve ordered for [starts listing people].”
Me: *After about eight people.* “And [Sister]?”
Husband: *Crickets.*
Me: “You did remember to order for [Sister], right? The whole reason people are here?”
Husband: *Runs towards the kitchen.* “Mum!”
It was all sorted, and we had enough food for everyone, but really?
