I survived, and lived to tell the tale

Please pardon my melodrama pertaining to SIL. 

I walked through the threshold to acknowledge my BIL and their lot. SIL didn't even look at me, which was alright in my book. The less I have to fake it, the better. As the afternoon progressed, she said a few words to me, mainly played with my baby, and went on about staying out of my way. 

THEN.....as they were leaving to go attend her side of the family's Christmas party, she gave my husband a hug and then went in for an awkward side hug with me. Yes. A hug. I about died. The most awkward and forced hug ever. 

For one, I'm not a big hugger. And two, I don't want to embrace my enemy!! I'd rather eat a onion like an apple! Side note, I HATE, HATE onions. Yuck! 

Hopefully that is enough for the next 4 years, until I have to see them again. It's enough for me.