If there was ever a time when I thought that my mother-in-law might think I'm strange for writing on a somewhat daily basis about the somewhat more entertaining parts of my life, I am no longer worried. The following are parts of an email sent to me the other night (the emphasis is mine):

next Sat. our choir at church is putting on a high tea-- should that be capitalized--at this moment I don't think so. This thing was not my idea, but agreed to go along with it so now I am baking up a storm--fancy baking. I'd rather be on the computer.

and:

We need to take linen, crystal, bone china cups and saucers, silver etc etc to the church by next Fri. to set up. It goes on and on - I'd rather be on the computer...

I think my husband may have married his mother.