Before the guys left on their sailing trip, my FIL kept saying that my mother-in-law and I should plan their meals for them and tell them what to buy, which I sort of passively-aggressively just did not do, because I thought it was just ridiculous in a sexist sort of way to ask the womenfolk to plan the meals for their big adventure. (I mean, if I were going on a camping trip with, say, my mother, I wouldn’t ask THEM to plan my meals for me). Of course it reflects badly on me that I chose to see this request as sexist as opposed to what it really was, a simple request for help and expertise. Anyway, I did help them come up with some meal ideas and a shopping list but I don’t think I provided the level of help they really wanted.
As it turns out maybe I should have been more enthusiastic about advising them, because (unbeknownst to me) my FIL decided that a big bottle of olive oil they had bought was too bulky to take along, so they didn’t, and now they’re completely out of cooking oil. Oops. Then again, my MIL also told them to take the big bottle, so maybe this is one of those cases where advice given isn’t necessarily going to equal advice taken. I’m not sure how they’ve been cooking, although I did hear something about bacon grease. Luckily they are mere hours away from the Azores, where they will be able to purchase cooking oil, refill their fresh water tanks, have a beer and perhaps take a real shower.
Oh, and what I said the other day about it being good when someone goes away for a little while. Scratch that. I am SO over this single-parenting thing.
11:35:45 AM 
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