I got a text from SO on my lunch break about how there would be pizza after work. Then another after that that said "But Grandma’s coming". That means his mother will be there. So I ask for clarification, and he says he’s fixing his mom and stepdad’s car, and so they will be coming over and bringing pizza.

Hurray! Not. I always feel like such a witch, but the idea of having to entertain them for like two hours while SO gets to escape by being outside fixing the car is enough to make me want to stab myself with a fork. I’m seriously considering doing some shopping or something after work so that I conveniently get home late. I’m horrible, I know, but I don’t enjoy spending time with his mother, and the thought of doing it alone, just me, them and SD6 makes me feel slightly sick.

She honestly reminds me of Marie from Everybody Love's Raymond. She's the one who found out I was taking SD6 to a school carnival and sent me a LIST of all the poses of pictures she needed me to take of SD6. I once mentioned how I hope to be able to take SD6 to Disney World someday and her response was "Well, I think that'd be nice. I'd enjoy being the one to take her there"...