Why I Love Mothers-in-Law
July 2, 2009
Yes, that is the plural of mother-in-law. Just like the plural of cul-de-sac is culs-de-sac. Thank you, Gilmore Girls. Anyway, while I'm waiting on my desktop to restart (it doesn't like the 100+ hours of video editing I'm requiring right now), I thought I'd write a quick something about my life.
I'm exhausted. I have a cold, i.e. I've gone through two rolls of toilet paper in as many days. I'm dependant on takeout since all of my (and my husband's) time is being devoted to a huge video project we do every year. (I love it. It's just freakishly time consuming.) And my belly button is starting to hurt since my stomach is growing faster than my shirts. Seriously, having to go shopping once a week for new clothes? Not okay. Needless to say, it's nice to think about happy things.
So what does a mother-in-law have to do with this? Two things. When we came back from our trip last weekend, we discovered we had left our keys in Pennsylvania. And in case you didn't know, I live in North Carolina. Not exactly an easy drive to recover necessary property. Thankfully, my super cute mom-in-law had a spare key to our house and a spare car for us to borrow while we got things back in order. She saved the day. I've thought about that several times today as I've enjoyed being inside my house knowing my car has a key and is in my driveway. Happy thought.
The second mother-in-law that brings happy thoughts? Marie Barone. I was watching an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond the other day, and the passive aggressive blonde was making spaghetti and meatballs. I'm pretty sure Baby Sam (yes, our son's name is officially Sam) knew what was going on because he started going crazy. If the kid wants spaghetti and meatballs, give the kid spaghetti and meatballs.
People. I don't know if you have a sweet little Italian grandmother who can knock a man over with her spaghetti (if you do, can I come over?), but my last-minute attempt was pretty stinkin' awesome. My husband and sister both said it was the best spaghetti and meatballs they'd ever had. They could've been lying. I'm not stupid. But it was the best I've ever had, too.
So I share this story because the celebration of our seemingly endless video project is a monstrous helping of our new favorite Italian dinner. Which means pictures. Which means a new recipe to post. I'm pretty stoked. Next week, you'll get it.
Until then, I hope you all enjoy your 4th of July weekend. Eat lots of hot dogs, be nice to your mothers-in-law, and be grateful you live in a country where syndication abounds.
Kendra |
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