They will arrive at six
and then it will begin:
she’ll feel strange,
in a strange place
with strange people,
including a future mother-
in-law, sister-in-law, and
of course me, a future, possible
brother-in-law, who will
enjoy sitting back and
soaking in the awkward
silences, and perhaps
even contribruting to them by not
contributing to the conversation,
which will fit in perfectly
with the lattitude permitted
to me by my laziness.
i like this
family in law is good for 2 things. you nailed one of them
Does the other one have to do with drinking beer? Because that is one of my favorite parts about my in-laws. If not, do share your enlightenment with the rest of us.
Strangely enough, I didn’t have the heart to actively contribute to the awkwardity, and I found myself purposely trying to avoid it. I guess that awkwardness is a two way street.
whats the difference between in-laws and outlaws?
outlaws are wanted
bad joke