Yeah, I'm not really looking forward to Tday. My wife went and invited her sister. Which means she'll come.
Which means she'll annoy me.
She was just over this past weekend for a birthday dinner for my daughters. She was on a freaking tear. Not to mention she was the first to the table, had her plate filled up and was gobbling down dinner before anyone else sat down.
Complained about everything. And that was after I told her of all the trouble I went to for dinner. I made chicken marsala. Had to find chicken that died of natural causes.
"This plate all had heart attacks, that plate had strokes and this one was the exception. It was killed in a hit and run, trying to cross the road to get to the other side."