“So we are going to my mom and dad’s for supper?” I ask the hubby this. I had just gotten off the phone with my mom who informed me she had just finished to talking (on the phone) to my hubby about this.
“Well, do you want to cook tonight?”
I groan. “No, not really.”
“Me either.” He gives a guttural laugh which I join in on.
The number one reason to live five miles away from your parents, they are always willing to feed you when you are, in all honesty, too lazy to feed yourselves. :)