Karen, AKA Memaw

Meet my MIL, Karen McKenzie. 19 years ago she didn't even know who I was. Neither did her middle daughter, my wife. A few months later in 2001, I blessed both of their lives beyond imagination by agreeing, modestly, to join their family and accept their undying love for me. Ok, ok, it was more like I begged and chased and bargained and prayed that they'd let me in, but luckily for me her daughter has terrible taste in men and was clearly having an early life crisis, so I got to sneak into Karen's life and become her son-in-law. Am I her favorite son-in-law? It's best I not ask that question. BUT, she's my favorite mother-in-law. In the 18 years that I've been married into her family (again, her daughter's lack of taste in men cannot be understated), Karen has taught me how to be a really good human as well as how to play Rook. I'm crazy lucky she was forced to love me by virtue of, you guessed it, her daughter's poor taste in men (have I mentioned that?). SHOUT OUT to my non-sponsor of the week: COKE ZERO. You have been my poison during this quarantine. Thank you for being the caffeine-vessel I need to get through the day.