Me: We haven’t seen your parents in awhile.
Him: Yeah, maybe we should have them over for dinner.
Me: Seriously? We don’t even have a table, how are we going to have your parents over for dinner?
Him: They won’t mind sitting on the couch.
Me: And eating off their laps?
Him: They’ll think it’s fun.
Me: Neither of us can cook.
Him: Yeah, but we’ll figure something out.

-Later-

Him: By the way, I invited my grandma to dinner too.
Me: We don’t even have enough seating for five!
Him: She can sit at the desk.
Me: Umm…

So we’re doing it. We deep-cleaned the apartment, bought a coffee table, looked up a simple recipe, and tonight we’re having three people over for dinner. In our little apartment. With no dining table. And no cooking skills to speak of.

But I bought Brad an apron that says “Whippin’ up something sexy” on the front, so I think everything will be just fine.