I wish I had something

I wish I had something more interesting to report about last night's
dinner, but I don't.
Nothing untoward happened. Grandpa toed the line. He made one crack
about all the "slant eyes"---His words, not mine. Don't direct your
politically correct ramblings at me---at the hotel, but that was as far
as he came toward dipping his toes in the Rude Rubicon. He never
crossed over, nor did he even get his calves wet.
Hmmph. All that angst for nothing. The husband was more than relieved,
but added that it "could have easily gone the other way," hinting that
it was just as well that our fight over serving jelly with the bread
was ultimately decided in his favor. (And, it should be said that he
snuck the jelly out onto the table while I wasn't looking...so he won
by sneaky means.)
Dinner was nice. I have a boatload of mashed potatoes leftover, but
I'll just pass them off on seldom sober when he arrives tomorrow.

Note to self: MUST GO TO LIQUOR STORE TODAY!