Last night, DH asked me if I wanted to go to the Broncos scrimmage game today, and of course, I said yes. Then the disappointing news dropped that he was picking up the skids today from his parents', who they'd been camping with all week, and we'd all go together. I thought they weren't getting back from that until tomorrow, but what am I supposed to do, say, "Oh, well, in that case, no, I don't want to go get an up-close and free look at Peyton Manning throwing a football like a boss?" So we all went, and surprise surprise, the skids were totally embarrassing in public. Couldn't stop showing out and picking at each other for more than two minutes. Then the rain happened, so mostly we had to watch the game on the closed-circuit TV inside the stadium because the skids were acting like babies about getting wet, but of course, they complained the whole time about EVERYTHING. DH has a notoriously short temper, so he wasn't exactly subtle or under control either. I swear, nothing stresses me out more than the three of them together in a public place. This is why I'll never go on vacation with all of them ever again.