Monday, June 28, 2010

I Learn How to Be a Mother-in-Law


Twenty-five years ago my new mother-in-law appeared on the doorstep and announced she was staying the weekend and she hoped supper would be ready soon because she was starved. When I showed her to the living room, she sat down on the couch, looked down at the fabric and said, “Plaid makes me vomit.” Then she looked around at the decor and started saying, "I like this. Can I have it? I like that. Can I have it?"

So today I appeared on the doorstep of my new daughter-in-law’s house and handed her a Frosty from Wendy's. “Have a great afternoon,” I said.

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