Queue music from JAWS.
Thanksgiving looms on the horizon.
I have every expectation that it will be pleasant. However there are a few sharks circling that could turn it into a bloodbath.
Mrs A has done the growed-up thing and told the DIL it is time to let things go, and included a personal invitation to T-Day. I blogged about that the other day. DIL has never responded. I have let everyone know that Mrs A did this, so that there can be no confusion about where things are. If they come, fine, if they don't, they will miss out on some good food and conversation.
I have also asked Mrs A. to bury the hatchet with R. for the day, and much to my surprise, she agreed.
On one hand things are looking good. Everyone will be there, and it will be good to see them. On the other hand, it will make for a tense day with me doing my best to keep the combatants separated.
If they get into it, I am pretty sure Mrs A can kick both their asses.
And if she can't, I know I can.
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