Can’t share this on FB so I share it here…
MIL is visiting over Christmas Break. We have a small house. We’re not prone to spend a lot of money on food. My wife is twice-pregnant and not really apt for getting around and doing things much right now. We have two small children. House is CROWDED. We try to keep things SIMPLE.
The following dialogue occured:
MIL: What are we doing for Christmas dinner?
Me: Well, we were pretty busy on Thanksgiving and just bought a turkey dinner from Bob Evans, and it was actually pretty good and was only twenty bucks–just a turkey alone from the grocery store is almost that much–so we were probably going to do that.
MIL: Oh, well, I’m happy to cook Christmas Dinner if you like.
Me: Hmm. [Thinking: Really REALLY don’t want to deal with the cleanup, the chaos surrounding the cooking, etc etc. But she seems to have some emotional investment in this…] I’ll… talk to [my wife/her daughter] about it.
MIL: Do you guys like stuffing?
Me: Yes, but let me talk to wife/daughter about it.
MIL: [Gets out cookbook, starts writing down a list]
Me: Making a list?
MIL: Yes. Do you like salad? [Continues list]
Me: [After the considerably long list of ingredients for a complete dinner is finished.] So… I guess we’ll go to the store in a while. We were only planning on spending $20… do you think you can pitch in for anything over that?
MIL: [winces, looks down, draws out her words in a long high pitched whine]… I guess??..
It’s that last but that get’s a minor fuck you from me. This was her damn idea.