I love my in-laws, but last night's dinner about had me wanting to chuck my MIL across the room. I can understand not wanting to cook when you leave on vacation in less than 12 hours. But my body is letting me know that it's NOT HAPPY with last night's menu of Pizza Hut and Mug root beer (root beer because the only water they had left was tap water, which you don't drink if you have taste buds in your mouth.) I had a migraine for most of last night, thanks to the pizza's ubiquitous cottonseed oil and the sugar water.
No announcement yet.
Still on the Warpath: Naiadknight's Battle Tome