today we went to the folks house for a cookout, thanks to the prompting of the hubs last weekend. once again, the frito bandito (as the hubs has named him) spoke very few words. like maybe 5. wtf? seriously folks, how can you sit in a room full of people and not speak?
when the sil first joined the family she was reserved but she still joined in conversation. but frito? even when people try to draw him into the conversation it is a simple yes or no answer. he does not engage, does not respond. i just don't get it at all.
my dad cooked ribs, which were undercooked (not good for pork products) and then secluded himself in the den as usual.
the bro and sil escaped this wonderful evening. i personally could have done without it too.