My uncle-in-laws that is.

I can't believe I survived--and with only an intractable headache.

-My son pulled his annual, "I'm not dressing up" rebellion. (To him a polo shirt and non-sweat pants is dressing up), coupled as usual with complaints about the in-laws and plans to insult them. (I can't understand how he can get so negative. This once again triggered my, "I can't take this!" meltdown.

-I had my annual semi-annual, "I'm too fat to fit in my clothes" speech. Seriously,

  sitting at the computer for about 10+ hours a day is taking it's toll. Of course, The

  System had some sort of malfunction and I can't use it. Can't use work as an excuse.

  After all I've done for them!

-M-I-L greeted us at the door with two brown grocery bags containing goodies for the kids. She had outlined Easter baskets with eggs in them and wrote, "Happy Easter" on them. She does this every year. Really.  

-Loud, obnoxious college kids.

-Cute new puppy that bites.

-Awkward trips to the food line.

-My son liked the dumplings with cheese but then accidentally got one with saurerkraut.

-Constantly coached them on table manners, which made them mad. "Stephanie, do not pick bits off that roll and stick them in your mouth with your fingers. Craig, do not take a huge dumpling on your fork, and take a bite out of it." We were at a table with just the four of  us (wonder why) so nobody could hear.

-There were enough people to stuff leftovers in ziplock bags (yuck) so we stayed downstairs awkwardly on the pretense of having to 'watch the kids', which are 10 and 12.

-Were the first to leave, as usual.