Dinner and a show

Shortly after we had our daughter. The ILs came by to visit. Great right? You obviously have not met them. I was trapped with MIL. I ended up sitting on the slate floor of the kitchen as I was trapped in there. FIL parked himself on the couch and commandeered the remote and began flipping channels. No one was involved with welcoming the new addition.

Here is where their tackiness shows through. I was preparing dinner for my family and MIL casually asked what was for dinner. I replied that I was making chicken. She told me to make sure not to overcook it as dry chicken makes her nauseous. Oh they were staying to eat?? Really? Shocking.