Bold Faced Lie

I had to tell a bold-faced lie today.  I really don't like to do that, but I was pushed in a corner and forced to react, so I let fly with disturbing ease.

The story goes as follows:

There is a cleaning lady that cleans our building every day.  She's from an even more rural part of Kentucky than I am, driving an hour to get to Richmond from her home.

She is really talkative and friendly.  Typically, she will talk for 5-10 minutes at a time, and her exuberance keeps me in conversation with her.  She's a Penecostal christian, republican and though I hate to narrow people down, she's pretty closed-minded and unaware of the world around her.  But, we're all really nice to her, of course.
                                                           
Today she told me that some of the higher ranking bosses were coming for
visit on Thursday and Friday.  I told her that I was really lucky to not have
to work on Friday, then!  The conversation then went like this:

cl: Where are you gonna be?
me: Pennsylvania!
cl: Why are you going there?
me:(knowing that a HORROR convention would bring lots of         
       uncomfortableness) Um...family!
cl: Are you from there?
me: No, my um...husband has an...aunt and uncle...they, um...moved        
       there!
cl:(smiling and waving now) Have fun in Amish country!!!

*sigh*  I know what you're thinking, but I had a woman call me 'witchy' for
reading Promethea last week.  At this point I will do anything to keep from
reviving the burning times at work.