A comedy of errors

You've read before that I lamented my baby face, but this is a whole different ballgame.

I had dinner with distant relatives last night whom we haven't met in four years. Now, I'd like to think that I haven't changed in four years, just that I've put on a wee bit of weight (which is invisible unless you have known me a long, long time). LOL! Anyway, right after I said hello to my distant aunt and uncle, I sat on the couch next to Dad. (This point is very important, you'll find out why in a moment.) There was a flurry of how-do-you-dos and long-time-no-see and my aunt exclaiming that it had been so long since she'd seen her cousin sister (my Mum), bla bla bla, yada yada yada.

Then, my eagle ears picked up this bit of conversation between that very same aunt and uncle at the side.

Aunt: "Is that so-and-so?" *talking about my Dad, thinking he was my cousin-brother-in-law*
Uncle (her husband): "No, that's so-and-so, your cousin sister's husband."
Aunt: "And who's that there with him?" *indicating me surreptitiously* "Is that his partner?" o.0
Uncle: "Don't be silly! That's the daughter. Remember, we met them four years ago?"
Aunt: "Oh."

*rinnah is speechless and has fainted*

This is like the hundredth and one time I've been mistaken as either Dad's wife or girlfriend or sister or whatever. Everything but the daughter.

Yes, he's *that* young looking. (Or am I old? LOL!) Bah.