I love my mother-in-law. She's got to be one of the most understanding women on the planet. Of course given the son she has she'd pretty well have to be, eh?

There wasn't a complaint out of her, or Roger, when Chris, Isabella and I showed up. She didn't say anything when Chris and I came back early from the Globes. And she didn't bat an eyelash when I told her my cold was worse and we weren't going to fly out Tuesday morning as planned. Yet another reason we never should have gone to the beach last night. We could have pretended to talk somewhere warm, but oh no, Chris and I never do things the easy way.

My cold is back with a vengeance and there's no way I'm getting on a plane feeling like my head is going to explode any second.

Carolyn actually told me not to worry and that we could stay as long as we needed. And no, she wasn't walking out the door and handing over the keys as she said it either.

Chris, however, wasn't as impressed. As backwoods as he thinks Tulsa is, I get the feeling he thinks staying with his mother and step dad is worse. At least it is when he's at odds with his wife and actually wants to talk about it. There's not much chance we're going to be able to have that heart-to-heart conversation while we're here, but I gotta say, I'm not really in any shape for it anyway.

And who knows, maybe Chris will figure out a way to start a conversation.