As I age, I find I am maturing. Yesterday's family picnic was a case in point.
We went to the camp belonging to FCC's uncle to meet up with the rest of her family. This included one of her nephews with his three children, and his older daughter's boy friend.
As would be expected, boyfriend sat very, very close to Elder D. What I preferred not see was his rubbing the inner thigh of Elder D. The good news was I was that I was able to keep myself from commenting about how his hands must be really cold if he had to warm them on Elder D's thigh.
Fortunately, I kept my mouth shut, and I'm still on good terms extended family. I'm not as well entertained, but I'm still breathing. Small mercies I guess.
Later, Mushers!
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