
Imagine that shining moment when Tiger Woods met his wife's family. Good vibes passed between all, with the promise of shared love. Now that's shot to hell with a bunch of bikini clad money-grubbers threatening tell-alls and press conferences on secret liaisons. Here's a tip: Don't get involved with married sports figures! Nothing good comes from this, not even a house on a finger. It's so tawdry.
Wonder if I should wear ripped fishnets and Daisy Dukes to meet the family. JK!
*Just kidding
4 comments:
THE FAMILY?? How on God's green earth did that happen? Oy vey, do tell!
It was a last-minute thing but Dish rolled with the punches. They were a lovely family--truly. If they become my in-laws, I am lucky.
Holy blind dates Dish! You already met the family?? Must. Get. Scoop.
The important question: are they good eaters?
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