Ravings of a Textual Deviant

Now that Alisa has moved 2 1/2 hours north, our house has become the default gathering place for the “family.” Earlier this evening, I was chatting with one of the lovely people with whom I’m proud to choose to be related.

Me: So, the next family dinner will be [date/time].
Her: Let me know if I can I bring anything?
Me: You could bring [new boyfriend].

Because, as she’s said before, we’re the real in-laws.

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