Where Should I Start?

I opened up my refrigerator this morning and yelled to my husband,

"King! Where are my organic refreshments? All I see are insulin and dead animals."

Which can only mean one thing: my inlaws are in town. Mother-in-law, aunt-in-law, and uncle-in-law. Husband drove over to Tamarac, picked them up, and drove them over here because 1) he's a hero; 2)aforementioned insulin don't work too well melted; and 3) we want to be remembered come Will Time.

Here's an email my brother sent me:

Subject: Refugees in Wesley Chapel

I heard you got some company the next month. Takin' in refugees is a nice hero type move.

You gonna cook for them?

This situation would make great reality tv.

I'm checkin' your blog hourly now.

This ought to be good.

Stay tuned...