To my mother-in-law, Linda
Linda,
You said the lasagna was "fine" and meant it as an insult, and I have been chewing on that for six years. I'm not going to say it to your face at Christmas.
I'll say this much: you raised a man who cleans up after himself, and I'm grateful. I just wish you'd stop correcting how I load the dishwasher.
I'll see you in December. I will be nice.
MAKE IT YOURS