Sunday Brunch. There were mimosas. It was awesome.

My mother in law held a brunch on Sunday. It began at 10 am. You should have been there ;)

My MIL is a woman mad cooking skills yo. Her food, it is soo good so tasty so omg so layered with the herbs and tasty layers of divine goodness. Her food is so good that even when you are tired of seeing relatives, tired of catching up, tired of being with each other you- you linger. You stay put. Because her food keeps calling to you.

Then there were the mimosas.

My little sister in law made mimosas. In wine goblets. She is young and poured a lot of champagne and a little orange juice. I was smashed beyond belief during brunch. Unbelievably plastered. Face beet red and giggling all happy.


Why didn't anyone tell me about mimosas before? Champagne with orange juice? In wine goblets!!!! THAT'S EFFING BRILLIANT!!

I love my little SIL. I really do. We debated Twilight and Britney Spears. Got all huffy. It was such fun, arguing about nonsense. I bet this is why people get into bar fights :) tee hee hee...

And nothing smoothes over familial tension better than a few mimosas. And oh, the tension is there. Lots of women folk. And then there is the gigantic elephant in the room. And really, what family gathering would be complete without that?

My mother in law didn't come to our wedding. On purpose. That was almost 9 years ago. Noone talks about it. I have seen this woman on a monthly basis since then. On purpose. I still have trouble making eye contact with her, but I want her in my life. In the kids' life too. Draw your own conclusions there.

But, again, the food. OMG so delicious. I just want to spend five days eating there. The woman carmeled the apples, roasted the almonds, foundue'ed the chocolate, and smashed the pumpkin to make the pie. I could just eat for days.

Plus, my mother in law teaches after school programs. She has about 10 billion toys for the kids to be entertained with. And Mr. Hall, he says to me, "Babe, sit, drink your mimosas. I got the kids." OH I could just die I love that man o mine.

Then the kids lay down for a nap. Then I was looking around at all the couches and spare chairs. But they were filled with puffed out party goers. The floor looked like a good option.

But, then I spied a lawn chair. A metal lawn chair with fabric stripes. With a tiny pillow resting upon it's seat. And a thousand violins began to play.

I passed out cold. Was the best 20 minutes of my life. The chair was so comfy. When I woke up my pillow was wet. "What the hell?," I thought. Oh, I had drooled all over the pillow.

Drool on the pillow is the quintessential hallmark of a freaking awesome nap!

At this point I was much sober and it was 4 pm. Time to pack the kiddies and drive home. Thus concludes another party at my MIL with the food I could just die for. So tasty, so devine.

Can't wait for thanksgiving. By then I should be hungry again ;)