Wednesday, November 25, 2009

24 hours from now...

The turkey will be eaten, the dishes will be in the dishwasher, and we'll know how Joe's "cooking for the in-laws" experience went. It is a little nerve-wracking, since I'm really used to eating whatever, and they are used to eating the one specific thing they eat. I swear, in a way they are like small spoiled children. Once, my mother-in-law decided she was going to cook something, and she asked me where the garlic salt was. I told her that I didn't have any garlic salt, but I had plenty of garlic and salt that she could put together... she seemed to be almost insulted at the suggestion. My father-in-law is just a complainer.

Wish me luck... I might kick them out of my house. Just watch me!

2 comments:

Mrs. Chili said...

This is the first thanksgiving (thanks to my illness) that we'll NOT be spending with my in-laws. And I mean, in like 17 years.

Good luck, man...

drollgirl said...

yeesh. they sound rather difficult, no? i hope it all worked out. or that you kicked them out if they were not behaving properly! thanksgiving is a hell of a lot of work, and i don't think there needs to be much tolerance for those that complain!