Ah, family

I have a great aunt that I barely know, who I will call Lucille (because she reminds me of Lucille Bluth).
My only real memory of her is from when I was a child, probably 9 or 10.
I answered the phone, and had this conversation:

Becky: Hello?
Aunt Lucille: Who is this?
Becky: This is Becky.
Aunt Lucille: Well when you answered the phone, why didn't you say "Froelich residence, Becky speaking?" It is very rude not to announce oneself on the telephone.
Becky: Well who is this, then?
Aunt Lucille: This is your Aunt Lucille. I need to speak with your mother. She should have answered the phone. It is completely inappropriate to let children answer the phone themselves.

I laughed when my mom told me she saw my aunt Lucille at my grandpa's funeral last week because their conversation proves that she really hasn't changed much.
And apparently she doesn't think much of me, either.


Aunt Lucille: So I hear Becky is pregnant with twins.
My mom: Yes, it's really exciting. 
Aunt Lucille: Is she married?

Ahaha. Yes.
I am married.
But part of me wishes my mother had said "No. She isn't."

What a disappointment.
For all of us.

I really can't stop chuckling about the whole incident.