My brother-in-law is notorious for being late. Not just a few minutes late, but really really late. For holidays, for birthdays, for just "I'm coming over to do _____". He's late. Hours late. We've all grown used to this, well, except my mom who asked today if we were waiting for Shane before sitting down for lunch. We'd have waited 3 hours! After cleaning up and scurring the kids outside to play, we set Shane's place setting at the table. Like it? He chuckled too. Especially with the nice touch of Mr. Daniels at the top. And for the record, he never did eat off the china this year. He'd rather we all look at them than use them.
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