So I have a sister in-law, let’s call her Honey (after that episode from himym where Katy Perry guest starred).

Honey is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet. Hands down, the nicest girl. My husband, her brother, describes her as cute as a bunny. I agree.

But doggone it, she is Honey from himym. Cute, sweet, but not the sharpest blade in the drawer.

Hubs says it the family stubbornness. If it’s just stubbornness, then I am 6 feet tall (I’m 5’ 3”).

Here are some examples for ya. (Keep in mind, I love my sil, she’s helped me out a lot and she is the friendliest person I have ever met. We have a few things in common, and we both pick on my husband when he’s being a goofball. These are just funny examples of her making me mentally facepalm.)

#1

Backstory: hubs in college for conservation law enforcement, we are visiting sil for thanksgiving. Honey=sil, Bud=hubby, me=me, Bil=brother in law.

Bud: Honey, do you still burn your cardboard?

Honey: Yes, Bud, I have a burn barrel. Why?

Bud: Well, I’m just advising you not to burn the type with the shiny outer layer. Regular is fine, but shiny is illegal in our state.

Honey: It’s just cardboard, it will be fine.

Bil: he just told you it’s illegal.

Honey: I’ll be fine, it’s our property.

Bud: Yes, it’s your property, but the shiny part of the cardboard is plastic, and plastic releases toxins into the air, which is why it’s illegal to burn plastic in our state, hence why shiny cardboard is illegal to burn as well.

Honey: But it’s my property.

Bud: You own the land, not the air.

Honey: I’ll be fine.

Bud: I don’t want you to get in trouble, it can be a really hefty fine.

Honey: I won’t get in trouble if I don’t get caught.

Bil: *literally facepalms*

Me: You could still recycle the cardboard instead of burning it.

Honey: It’s still my property, I’ll be fine.

Bud, Bil, me: But you don’t own the air!

Honey: I’ll be fine.

#2

Backstory: Honey believes that if she goes over 2nd gear, the car will break. (I don’t think she does this anymore, but she used to take FOREVER to get up to the speed limit.)

Honey: *telling a story about constantly being passed by other drivers*

Bil: That’s because you drive so slow.

Honey: I drive the speed limit.

Bud: Yet you take so long to get up to speed.

Honey: If I go too fast, the car will break.

The rest of us look so confused*

Me: What do you mean? *i try not to laugh*

Honey: I was told that if I speed up to quickly and get passed level 2, the car will break.

Bil: *laughs while facepalming*

Bud: Did dad tell you that?

Honey: Maybe?

Bud: You might have misheard him... or misunderstood...

Honey: Either way, I don’t want to break the car.

She continued to drive that way for a long time and I have no idea when she stopped, but she seems to drive normal now.

But seriously, it was fun watching her panic whenever the needle on the dash went passed 2.

Ladies, my Sil. These were the only 2 stories I could think of.