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I am so over hosting my ILs! They’re still here, which I wouldn’t mind so much, but they are very much still in “we expect to be hosted” mode. DH is at work and doesn’t get home until 6:30. I’m phoning in dinner with a Stouffer’s lasagna, a salad, and some breadsticks.
ILs asked “what are you planning to serve for cocktail hour.” Um, nothing. There’s beer and wine if you want to help yourself. You can scrounge around and make yourself cheese and crackers if you want to. But like, the nights of shrimp and full service are over. Thank goodness they leave tomorrow. Who expects to be fully hosted after so much time parked in someone else’s home? |
| “You can ask your son about that. He’ll be home at 6:30pm.” |
| People who were hosted nights 1-5? See Captain Awkward and the grudge clock. And tell them you are tired and are going to relax upstairs with some Netflix until dinner. |
| WT actual F. When my ILs visit they “host” me! |
| ^ Who are these people who expect busy working parents and professionals to host their retired a**es |
| That's obnoxious. |
| Who TF says cocktail hour? |
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Right? People who spend a lot of time on cruises. |
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They are, quite frankly, a$$holes, OP.
But good on you for the lasagna. That stuff is amazing. |
| "Whatever you'd like to go out and get to serve, I'll drink! Cheers!" |
| Very glad to come from a family of teetotalers. Hosting is so much cheaper. |
Boomers, as a way to cover up their excessive drinking. Both my parents and my ILs do this. They act like everyone puts on a big show at 5 p.m. every night. Um, no, DH and I maybe have a drink at home once a week. We don’t put on an elaborate ritual every night to make binge drinking seem civilized. |
You, in 25 years. |
| Woah do they live in downton abbey? You should wear trousers to dinner to really knock their socks off! |