Surviving Sunday dinner

My wife, her sister, and her mother do not get along. I still find it amazing that I am the only one who can keep a civil relationship with all three but sometimes I wish I had community water fountain laced with Prozac for those ladies. Last night we had a Sunday dinner together. It has been quite a while since we last ate together.  During dinner I guided the conversation away from the petty personal issues to the petty issues of politics and we had a fine time. The food was great and everyone was happy. I topped off my contribution with a dementia test Aunt Ann had sent me in an email. We ate desert and laughed as we all failed the test miserably.