I have to go visit them tomorrow. One can only beg out of visits just so many times before one's spouse begins to grow suspicious.
I don't think the my mother was run over by a bus/I think I have the black plague/Ed Mcmahon said he might call/I wannntoobeealooone excuse is going to work this time.
Wish me luck.
I'm sure it will yield lots of blogging fodder.
Which is a lot less expensive than therapy.