I might have mentioned a a few hundred times that I hate cooking. HATE IT. So when my MIL calls and invites us for supper I jump at the chance like a rabid dog after a child.
Oh.. bad simile,
wait. Metaphor?
Whatever you get the point.
In any case tonight I am having roast, potatoes, gravy, corn, and all the rest that goes with it - WITHOUT having to cook or clean. and That makes me a very happy woman!
Some people in my family find it odd that I live so close to my MIL - three houses away from each other, but I love it.
Thake this morning for example, there I was fighting the headache from hell when she calls and says she made too much lunch for her and the FIL, would the baby like some. She brought it over, and played with the puppy for a minute and then was on her way.
What is NOT to like about this situation? The free baby sitting? The meals? The card games?
Yea thats what I thought!
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