Well, the in-laws arrived Saturday night. So far there has been no yelling, crying, or exorcisms performed on me. However, there was a rosary performed (at church). Therefore, I think things are going fantastic.
Luckily, Husband's mustache has brought us together. Oh, did I mention that Husband is/was growing a mustache, and he looked like a half-ass Mexican pedophile? Did I mention that I refused to kiss him, because it looked like his nose hair had taken over his upper lip? Did I mention that he accidentally touched my shoulder with it, and I thought I was being attacked by Brown Recluse spiders?
Well, this month the guys at his work decided to grow mustaches. They were calling it "Stache-toberfest." I'm not sure why they decided to do it, but they all ended up looking like Magnum P.I, 1970s porn stars, or pedophiles. When Lola (Husband's mother) saw Husband for the first time in 6 months, she jumped back and was repulsed by the giant, black caterpillar sitting on Husband's upper lip. Like me, she thought the mustache was gross. So, we've been ganging up on Husband, making fun of his mustache together, as a family should. After much harassment, Husband finally shaved this morning. Praise Jesus and all his Glory!
Who knew a mustache could bring us together?!