So the husband comes in last night with two bunches of flowers (Kroger specials which are my favorite yet have no idea what they are) and a bottle of Pepsi (which he hates and I adore). He said he thought I was having a bad week and they might make me feel better. In other words, he knows I have stomped around in a snit ever since he and his mom concocted their devious plan and he thinks a preemptive gift is the way to buy my silence and slavery.
Yeah, it was truly sweet of him, especially when he equates buying flowers to flushing money down the toilet, but I will be the one to sweep the dead leaves off the table next week and the pepsi, well, it didn't last long.
But I would never tell him that. I thanked him and gushed over it all (especially the Pepsi. Can't get enough of that good stuff) and let him know that I would tolerate absolutely no smoking or reachable lethal medications in or around my house and if I found it, the kids and I would be staying at the lake for the remainder of "the visit" and he agreed. So there. She's still coming, but at least I've made my stand.
And as for a positive spin on the whole thing (as if the Pepsi weren't enough), I will not be at a loss for posting material during November's NaBloPoMo.