A Navajo Rug

Today I entered into this writing challenge with:

Crap! My in-laws are coming tomorrow. Tomorrow! I need to decorate with Native American flair! I want them to think I’m accepting of their heritage (in spite of the fact my ancestor was Colonel Custer). That’s what I get for marrying into an ethnic group. Ooh, a Navajo rug! It doesn’t matter that my husband is Nez Perce, does it???

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