Ross knew full well that when he married me last November, he was marrying my family too. And I think he considers himself lucky. I mean, being legally bound to the wonderful humans who helped make me who I am? Only one man will ever have that blessing.
My family and I are tight–like can’t get the lid off the jar no matter how many times you whack it on the counter and even try a rubber gripper tight. As you might imagine, my mom, dad, sister and I talk on the phone quite regularly. In fact, I tend to call my mother almost every day during lunch. Today’s noon-time conversation was particularly memorable:
Katie: Well, gotta go. Time to heat up some leftovers for lunch.
Mom: You know what I did yesterday?
(…something I’ve learned: Always budget at *least* 10 extra minutes on the phone for the additional conversation that will inevitably ensue immediately upon saying the words “gotta go”)
Katie: What’s that?
Mom: I ate something out of the fridge and I still don’t know what it was.
Katie: Are you kidding me?
Mom: It’s not like it was bad for me or anything–it was just a container of leftovers! But I grabbed it, thinking it was something specific, heated it up, took my first bite and thought, well this isn’t right. I racked my brain trying to figure out whose recipe this was—Ellie? Giada? Ina? Anyway, it was really good.
Katie: Good Lord, Mom.
Mom: Come to think of it, I’m not sure it was even a meal. It didn’t have any protein.
Mom: I think it was a side dish.
…Remember me saying Ross is lucky? Who else has a mother-in-law who busts out little gems like these on a Thursday afternoon?