I have a story to share: Not so funny back then but it is now.

When my first husband Eddie and I were married, his older brothers were both married and my one SIL was the Queen of the family, or so she thought. My FIL instantly loved me and showed it openly. Which made Eddie very happy. His mom was a reserved, quiet woman who almost never spoke to me before my son was born...

I have always been a great cook, my mother taught me well and his family didn't use any spices but salt & papper. very bland meals. So I was anxious to have them over for dinners.

When Eddie and I bought our first little house I had both set of parents over for dinner and then the following weekend was having my BIL's and SIL's over.. One set came and we sat there waiting for the other ones to show, the snooty one I called her to myself... A half hour later they arrived. My darling Eddie said lets eat! My one BIL acted as if he hadn't eaten in a month and kept saying, oh this is so good, so did my SIL who admitted she hated cooking.
The second couple just picked around at the food and when Eddie said, hey whats the matter, eat up we have plenty of food and some fabulous dessert.

Well, this bitch says, oh, we're not very hungey we stopped at Burger King on the way here, sorry we were loate but hardly a day goes by that I don't have to have my Burger King.

Eddie looked at his brother and said, how about you, did you eat a burger too? He said, just a small one but everything looks and smells so good, I'm digging in. Everyone ate but her and she kept throwing the dagger looks at her poor husband. Especially when he said, honey, this is the best spaghetti sauce I ever tasted, you should get the recipe.
Then I really knocked their socks off with my homemade walnut cake with cannoli filling.

She and I never became friends. I tried a couple more times for the fsmily sake but the mnicer I was the rottener she was. She really freaked out when my son was born and our MIL went ga-ga over him, and me too, finally!!!

Needless to say we had many dinners and her husband use to show up looking for meaatball or sausage sandwiches on his way to work. It was our little secret for years. I NEVER invited her to our home again...