Somebody please just F'n shoot me. It's my F'n house and 'they' have to tell me how to run my F'n affairs. It's bad enough that I had to kill two weekends driving them around instead of boating, but do they have to tell me how to F'n BBQ now. Jesus Crist just kill me now and get me out of my misery.
What was Gods intent with making in-laws? Why do they have to visit?