LOVE IN LAW

Late this afternoon, while The Husband was away pedaling computers that customers feel deserve a raucous session of love-making, I was ransacking family blogs for pictures, humiliating and otherwise, to add to contacts on my phone. For prior to today the only contact that had an image attached to it was my dad's. Now Mom, Husband, Whitney, Ethan, Caitlyn, Tadd, Haley, Jon, Mal, Nick, Lo, Lins, And, Norm, U. Mickey, and A. Sue all have photos included with their little profiles.

So in case I forget how to read Cat, I'll still know it's Caitlyn when she rings me.

While digging through A. Sue's blog I found this little muffin:
My dad--Jack's his name--really does adore his sons-in-law. As well he should. And according to the image above (taken at Mal and Nicholas' wedding in February), his adoration falls heaviest upon The Husband. As well it should. Don't try to deny it, Dad. Don't try to refute it, girls. Don't try to mitigate, Mom. The proof is in the picture.

In addition to being the favorite son-in-law, my husband is also the favorite brother-in-law. And while some sissies will admit it, others are more guarded with their opinions; however, the bashful ones ought to be more forthright, for I know the truth. And they know the truth. They know that I know. Out with it, girlies. Honesty: the most superior of policies.

The other bros-in-law may want the title. They may try to earn it from time to time. But they'll never unseat the first cock to make roost in the SixChix hen house.