How does nuptial stuff relate to this post? Well, my dear sibs keep telling me that they plan to embarrass the pants off of me during the wedding reception with a puppet show (starring miniature versions of me and Hubs) in lieu of a more traditional speech. I'm about 99.9% sure that they're bluffing. Hopefully. Maybe. Anyway, I happen to have a few embarrassing food-related items for them. Call it a preemptive strike. These just make me hope that the titular idiom for this post is false.
|Ahh, Sar. Why on earth are you holding tuna and dog food? Oh, that's right, you thought the dog food was chili, which might be nice to take to school to heat up for lunch. Please, put the Ol' Roy down. That's for our subservient quadruped, Cindy.|
Yes, that's Al, the chef-in-training, chugging a container of McDonald's pancake syrup. Hmm. A total class act, that one.
Don't even get me STARTED on what Ni has eaten, particularly if there's a monetary wager involved. The tamest of these has been about a teaspoon of freshly crushed garlic, straight up... I won't get into the most disturbing. Let's just say, my bearded dragon Max would've shared in the meal with her, given the chance... *shudders*
Hoping my sibs, as wonderful as they are, choose not to retaliate on The Big Day,