My MIL was never my favorite person, but one day she made me laugh so hard. She was complaining about how someone that she was visiting had made her scrambled eggs. Apparently, the eggs turned out to be like, "little, tiny, pieces of turds." She went on and on about it. Right then, I knew that I'd better learn to make great scrambled eggs and two, to never ever serve my MIL my home-cooked breakfasts.