Abbey
Spork Queen
As many of you know, H and I are not exactly on kind terms. (That's putting it lightly.) So tonight I come home after a LONG day and the inlaws come over. Sigh. I just wanted to sit down and relax. mother in law asks how the book is going. H says, "Well, if she ever worked on it, it would be finished. But no, she spends all her time with her imaginary friends on the board. When have you ever met one?" (Obviously he's so out of touch with my life that he doesn't remember the numerous times.)
I nearly lost it. Actually, I did lose it.
I stood up, grabbed the stack of cards and tossed them at him. (Sorry guys.) Imaginary? You want imaginary? How many cards have YOU received? Zippo. Nada. None. I guess playing World of Warcraft isn't that fruitful.
Where is my giant spork when I need it?
In the background are the inlaws kind of thumbing their fingers.
Whoops.
Abbey
I nearly lost it. Actually, I did lose it.
I stood up, grabbed the stack of cards and tossed them at him. (Sorry guys.) Imaginary? You want imaginary? How many cards have YOU received? Zippo. Nada. None. I guess playing World of Warcraft isn't that fruitful.
Where is my giant spork when I need it?
In the background are the inlaws kind of thumbing their fingers.
Whoops.
Abbey