Inlaws.

Holy crap. Literally mere moments ago realized that, over the last few weeks and ending just now, I've lived through the whole "Visit From the Inlaws" scenario. It took me a while to realize that this was a vist from the inlaws because of the weirdest part of this: They're not MY inlaws.

To bring those of you not intimately familar with my domestic situtation up to speed, I share an apartment with Troll and Rozanna. I've lived with Troll for some time, and when he and Rozanna were dating she moved in and eventually they got married.

Anyway, Rozanna's parents have been here for a while. Not technically staying with us, but only because they're sleeping somewhere else; they've been in our apartment all the time that they're not asleep. It's wonderful that they could visit because it'ss been forever since she's seen them and all, but for me it's just been the inconvenience of having two people who speak a total of six words of English hanging around our living room all day. To say the least, it's awkward. To be a bit more specific, I've been putting in a lot of extra hours at work lately.

My point though, or most of it, is that I realized just how true that whole "visiting inlaws are horrible" thing is. I mean, I've been sitting here politely waiting for them to leave at least half the time they were here, and they're not even my inlaws! Talk about an accurate cliche. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure they're nice people or whatever, but to me its just the niceness that ensues when you absolutely can't communicate with someone. The "I don't understand a word you're saying" smile and the wave and then I'm back here in my room wishing I could just watch cartoons without my pants on like a normal day.

Okay, so maybe I was wrong about having a point. That's what you get for reading one of my more spur-of-the-moment posts.