From today’s Dear Prudence, in a letter about spending the holidays with insufferable in-laws:
Needless to say, the only way I can get through a dinner with the in-laws is to just get quietly drunk and pray for the end. My husband says this is the only solution, and he does exactly the same thing.
Isn’t this how most of the world gets through extended-family functions? And this is a problem because why?
(My own mother just emailed me the Christmas dinner menu, which includes a roast of some sort, potatoes of some sort, vegetables of various sorts, and LOTS OF WINE in, yes, all caps).