Sunday morning, my beloved Father-in-Law stops in for coffee on his way back from church. He does this most Sundays, occasionally accompanied by his lady wife. He wanders about, shoots the shit, and finds something to pick on in our house.
"The dust bunnies under your TV are multiplying."
"Do you plan on ever using your dining room table for eating again?"
"How many SHOES do you need?!"
And of course, this Sunday morning's classic was:
"What on earth is that hanging on your bed? A camera? What are you guys DOING in here?!"
(It should be noted for the record that the camera he thought he espied was in fact the booklight my father bought me for Christmas, so that I may read into the night without disturbing my sweetie. Only my Father-in-Law could make that about sex)
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