Take 3

I've been trying to write this post for three days now.

I am about to air the biker trashy side of me. The one that doesn't appear much since I became a mommy.

Please don't hate me.

MFH and I went out for drinks on July 21. We don't go out much. In fact, The Boy has only had a babysitter maybe 5 times in 4.5 years.

Back in the day, we would occasionally play this ridiculous game called tit for tat. MFH would flash me a nipple as subtly as a man can do such a thing, and naturally I would flash him back.

Oops. Yeah. Well my in-laws found out about it and I am in trouble with a capital T. She read me the riot act and he is giving me the cold shoulder. There were no close friends or relatives present, and it has been blown way out of proportion.

In case you're wondering, my FIL heard about it the next time he went to that bar - which is far too often in my opinion but that is neither here nor there.

Nothing has been mentioned by either of them to MFH, and that I can't really understand. It's not as though he was an innocent bystander. I have yet to address that.

I fear that my relationship with my in-laws has changed forever.

While shopping at C.ostco on Sunday, I found a bottle of wine that was appropriately labeled "Le Grand Noir".

Black Sheep.

I bought it and put it in my wine rack as a reminder to behave myself.