Outlaws
I have heard the usual complaints about in-laws. Some of the stories my friends have told me about their horrific in-laws have made my jaw drop and my hair stand on end. I am insanely happy to report that I cannot "relate." I don't have any in-law horror stories to recount. I could complain about toilet seats being left up or about all of my homemade cookies being consumed during a late night card game, but those would truly be half-hearted complaints. Before my husband and I were married, I already felt like I fit into the Carson clan, and now when we are making plans to get the gang together, I get all bubbly and excited inside because it's fun for an only child to be a part of a big family. When Paw Paw and Uncle David visit, our girl-dominated family dynamic gets turned on its head. There is less drama and more flatulence. Practical jokes are played. Rude pictures are scribbled at the dinner table. Card games (accompanied by...