My brother-in-law is scared of me.  Mostly because I have no filter.  What I think, I say.  It hasn’t always been an asset but it is part of my DNA.  You should see the rest of the family.

In an effort to make up for his recent absences from family gatherings, my brother-in-law suggested that he sit in a newly-created Shondah Chair (shonda being Yiddish for embarrassment) and I would just torture him through shame and guilt.  He thought it would be a short session.  Hah. 

Then he suggested that I have a talk show, where I put a malfeasor in the Shonda Chair and grill that person as I sit behind the Self-Righteous Desk.  What a great idea.  He knows how to charm me and get back in my good graces.  But not before he squirms in the Shonda Chair.