My husband just got off the phone with his sister. I told him that I heard my name while they were talking, and asked what they were saying about me.
My husband: “I told her you were going on a trip next week to visit some friends for your birthday. She said, ‘Ooh, Jenny’s going to party’.”
Me (snorting): “Yeah, with a pastor’s family. In a parsonage.”
My husband: “I know. That’s why I told her that you were partying ‘Jenny-style’.”
And lo, the truth, it doth hurt.