Jeff finished setting the table for the dinner party, stepped back and smiled, proud of himself. “All set, honey! Eight places ready to go!”
“No, sweetie,” Jennie yelled from the kitchen, “We need nine. My mom called this afternoon to invite herself to the party.”
Oooh, thought Jeff. Bummer. They only had eight place settings. Oh, wait! Jeff suddenly thought of a ninth place setting. The yard! He quickly ran outside with a screwdriver, and returned with a soup bowl, salad plate, dinner plate, glass……….perfect!
Now he just had to find another set of silverware. He was sure there had to be some silverware someplace out in the yard.
“Um, darling?” Jeff called hesitantly into the kitchen as he returned again. “I was just outside a bit, ‘n’ while I was out there, I saw Gwen and Tommy trimming their shrubbery. I kinda, sorta, rather, invited them for dinner too. OK???”
The kitchen was silent. Jennie loved sweet sweet Gwen (I mean, who can say anything bad about a giraffe?). But Tommy? Ugh! “OK,” she relented, “but you know from the last time we had them over that Tommy is not housebroken. If there’s a mess, you’re cleaning it up this time!”
Jeff weighed pro and con. He wouldn’t have to dig up any dinnerware for Gwen. All a giraffe really needs is a big salad bowl. And if he sat Tommy next to his mother-in-law, Tommy might just carry mom-in-law outside to the backyard for dinner. Meaning he could easily just hose down blood, guts, & bear poop, no fuss. He already knew that wouldn’t be much of a problem. After all, it had worked the evening he had invited his former boss to dinner after receiving a company pink slip.
The con was possibly a situation a little bit messy. The pro was his mother-in-law possibly leaving on a permanent vacation. Not really a difficult decision, thought Jeff. Not difficult at all.