Last night was fun. David's brother is down from Montana and we haven't seen him or his family since they moved nearly four years ago. The plan was to go have dinner at my MIL's and visit.
Yesterday we found out that he would NOT be coming to dinner, and we would not see him, but we were still expected to come visit David's mom. We even called her enroute, and dinner was still on. We were hungry too.
We got there and she didn't make dinner since her other son and his family weren't coming so she dug out a few peices of chicken, 2 pieces of cold pizza, some jojo's, some stale pretzles and a small bag of Cheetos and that, THAT was our fucking dinner. I was so annoyed/embarrassed that we were served that. Who the fuck does that to their child and his family of 6?? Sorry your not important enough to cook dinner for. Oh and she told David he could fry up some fish if he wanted some.. @@
I am really glad I don't have to go there often, and even the Xanax didn't help as much as I would have liked. But then again, I was laughing deliriously in the car on the way home about everything.
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