My Mother-in-Law Ordered Me to Wake Up at 4 A.M. to Cook Thanksgiving for 30 — So I Left at 3 A.M. Instead

I’d just slow you down. Plus, I promised the guys I’d play golf tomorrow. It’s the last nice day before winter really hits.”

Golf. Of course.

“You’re like a machine when it comes to this stuff,” he continued, completely oblivious to how those words landed. “You’ll knock it out in no time.”

A machine. He’d compared his wife to a machine. Machines don’t continue reading …