We went out of town this past weekend. So early Saturday morning I'm in the kitchen washing dishes and I suddenly realize that I forgot to ask my husband whether his parents knew when we were coming. I assumed that when he communicated to me that we were going, he had communicated it to them as well.
An assumption. They tell you never to make them.
Only, usually when you make an assumption, you don't actually think it through. Assumptions go unexamined almost by definition, don't they? It's only after the fact that you realize an assumption has been made, and even then only if your assumption has been proven false.
As it turns out this time he did remember to tell them. True story.
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