In an earlier post, I wrote about our youngest son Hyrum being engaged. A month ago, we met his lovely fiance, Cara. When it came time to meet his future in-laws, Hyrum issued me a list of rules.
Here are a few highlights:
- Refrain from talking politics.
- Refrain from sharing how I had nursed him until he was 21 years old (no wonder my girls are drooping)
- Refrain from looking in my bosom for money when it comes time to pay the check.
Really? These are my best material, and he wants to take them away from me? I'd be more devastated if I weren't supposed to refrain, as well, from being de-vastated, de-pissed, de-generate, and de-sausted
Gem for the day: if you can't be yourself, be someone fun.