My in-laws showed up here this weekend, ostensibly to celebrate WineGuy’s birthday yesterday. They’ve been cold and critical of Wizard and Wild Thing; Moose is not here at the moment. Now they’ve gone and hidden in the guest room, while WineGuy is hiding in our room watching basketball. Clearly, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
As Tracey Ullman used to say, “Go home. Go home. Go home.”