“Inlaws, Outlaws, and Farm Animals?”

Sharing this story reminds me of one of the old hee-haw segments. I’m thinking of the one where the women gathered around the wash bucket and sang that they weren’t the kind to go around spreading rumors, so it would behoove everyone to listen close the first time. To be sure, I’m not trying to start something, either. I’m just repeating what the whole town already knows. Tom and Sue Ellen Binder are fighting, again. Bless their hearts, anybody can see how much those two love each other and you would think that after all these years, they would learn how to pass and repass (as Mama likes to say), but for whatever reason, they have to get a good row going every now and then. It’s like they thrive on the drama.

Both of them are as stubborn as the day is long and they’re well known for having some battle royals where neither side will give an inch, but this particular round has lasted even longer than usual. They’ve been sniping at each other for the better part of a month. It is safe to say that everyone in our whole circle of friends was excited last week when word got around that the Binders were taking off for the weekend to try and get through the latest rough spot. Sadly, their romantic getaway to Hot Springs didn’t accomplish much because they carried their spat right along with ‘em. I’m told the fighting and arguing continued, non-stop.

By the time they started home they were both doubly put out and equally irritated. I think they rode in silence most of the way home, with one exception. Somewhere along the way they passed a barnyard full of pigs and jack asses. Tom cleared his throat and nodded at ‘em. “Relatives of yours?” he asked his wife sarcastically.

“Uh-huh,” Sue Ellen replied, “in-laws.”

Hugs,
Shellie