This seemed like a great idea in theory. Mr. H-B's aunt wants to 'make sure we have everything we need'. (Read: She wants to buy us presents.) We get to show off our relatively homey apartment. I get to make Mr. H-B's favorite meal. Except here's the thing:
MY IN-LAWS ARE COMING OVER TO EAT DINNER AT OUR HOUSE!!!!!!!!
All the yoga breathing in the world isn't calming me down.