Why I chose the in-laws I chose.....

Picture this Sicily, 1945, ok maybe not.  It was really Mt. Iron, Minnesota 1986 and I was waltzing with my dad, you know that Father/Daughter dance that makes everyone tear up.  Well about the second time around I hear this "Don't worry, you'll always be our number one daughter in law".  Good thing my dad was nearly deaf because it would have hurt his heart beyond belief.  I on the other hand decided that night that it was friggin "game on"!!
I was marrying someone from across the tracks that was apparently destined since conception to do great things in life and have a wonderful family with integrity and poise and well......he fell in love with me instead.  HA HA
So we've been married for 24 years...TAKE THAT Mommy and Daddy dearest!!
Next year we hear that there is a nice celebration being planned for us by a few of our closest and "imperfect" children and friends.  I've seen the guest list and it seems there are no mommy and daddy on it....it'll be too dry (ya know, only 2, 3 kegs a few jugs of whiskey, vodka and other tasties) late for them to stay up.  It'll be fun, it'll be relaxing and it'll be REAL.

Here's to Talking Like a Loser Northerner and to Keeping It Real....