Got walked in on by my mother-in-law tonight. She came in from work and I yelled, “Oops!” and skulked away from Loverpants like I had no idea what kind of shenanigans her son was trying to pull on me, right there in the kitchen, at a time when other families were probably just sitting down to watch the 700 Club. Fresh one that Loverpants.
Well, I’m not sure what my mother-in-law saw or if she was going for the Academy Award for Actress in a Supporting Role but she feigned exhaustion and said she wasn’t hungry and would just need to head to bed.
Oh, and did we have a good time today?
Adore that woman.
It’s hard to chart how I got here, how an overachieving schoolgirl from the homogenous suburbs of Cleveland –who was busy concentrating on the mysteries of the Holy Rosary when she could have been unleashing the mysteries of the High School Boy–gets invited to the lifelong dance with the dreamy sweet Korean-Canadian and works in and travels to interesting places and makes beautiful babies and builds McMansions for chickens out of UPS boxes.
Come to think of it, I wonder what those chickens saw in the kitchen tonight?
Corrupting the good Korean boy since 1999, one unseemly face mash at a time.
Above: Christmas 2004, Loverpants and I were engaged and his family still had time to press eject but they didn’t and now they’re stuck with me. I love them so much.