The MIL and SIL had decided to come out to our place last Sunday to view the new colt.

Huge pet peeve of mine that they only ever come over when there is something new to see. They never come just to visit us.

They are bringing lunch.

Two frozen pizzas. Whoop-de-do-da. (I'm grumpy. You bring lunch, but make it crappy pizza?)

The night before, DH mentions that his brother will arrive just before noon. HUH? You didn't say that he was coming! What, are your aunt and grandma coming too? His answer, well, yes.

I kind of freaked! Well what do they expect?? It's raining like crazy, everything is mud. I am not putting the foal out in the rain just so they can see it. Are they planning to bring their rubber boots? The only way to see the foal is to walk through mud to get to the shelter it's in.

The next morning, they all show up. DH's 90+ year old grandma has PLASTIC BAGS tied over her shoes because her ankles are too swollen to fit into rubber boots! She can barely walk, there was no way she could walk through inches of slick mud.

Luckily, it stopped raining for a while, so I put the mare and colt out in the muddy arena, so no one except me had to go in the mud. As I yell, don't let the foal nibble you, they put their hands in for licks... and swipe at the mare's head, and comment, she doesn't like being petted, does she? You are guests here, so go ahead and set back their training and teach the foal to bit.

So lunch for 9 people was 2 frozen pizzas! I had very little food in the house, so I couldn't even add something else to the meal. Some stale bread? Last year's frozen rhubarb anyone? A jar of jam? Salsa on a spoon? Every bit of the pizza was finished off.

They roamed through my house, asking the question over and over again, "is that new?", even if it had been there for 10 years. SIL took the cake in asking if the screen door was new. Uh, no. (yup, been there for 10 years!).

Thank dog they finally left! I told my neighbour the story of the visit, and her jaw just dropped! Especially the 2 frozen pizzas for 9 people! LOL!

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Yikes, that sounds horrible. I'm cringing at the images, but secretly giggling...sorry.

You can take my place at a fancy, schmancy restaurant for lunch with The M-I-L and probably her favourite son and his whole fandamnly on Sunday.