"You talk too much!"

That's what Daddy just said to me as we pulled into our yard. We'd just gotten back from breakfast with the Grand ol' folks. AKA DaDa and BB.

Now it's not often I post about my MILs. The 's' is not a typo. I have two of them. You'd think that would makes it a little easier telling MIL tales. No-one would know which MIL I'm talking about, right?

Wrong. The MIL would know. And I can't be having that.

And they both read my blog.

Lucky for them (and me) - I like my MILs. A lot.