I was out to dinner at Laura’s house last week. (Saw Mr Mix and was again introduced and explained my husband lived with Laura for a while, but we’re all good with it…..)
It was a great evening—food was great, company exquisite.
The best thought of the night, however, was when Laura was saying how she had to clean up because we were coming for dinner and Nancy told her “No worries, we’re all family, aren’t we?” To which we all had to agree.
So here, finally, after how many dinners, is my family (and my kind of sister wife, in a totally non creepy, strictly platonic way)
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