This is a lighthearted post. So there.
My SIL (DB’s wife) asks “where did you get it?” for pretty much every item I have ever worn, carried, or had on view in my home. Yesterday at DP’s for lunch we covered my shoes (Adidas, from their site), my trousers (New Look, pathetically I felt embarrassed for this as am 45 years old), my t-shirt (M&S, didn’t mention it was via Vinted, sorry Vinted) and my bag (Olivia Bonas).
On previous occasions at my house we’ve done the sofa, rug, dinner plates, a mug, a lamp… and endless more things I can’t remember right now. Aaarrrggghhh!!
Oh, and the equivalent from my MIL? “How was the traffic?” Every time we visit her (5 minute drive). Every time we have had a day out, been on holiday, popped to the supermarket, or walked down the street. Aaaaarrrrgggggghhhhh!
What eternal endless repetitively frustrating questions do you have in your families? Have you ever snapped?