The Background:
So my MIL is staying with us.
She’s a fundie. Creationist, young-earth, bible is 100% literal truth type fundie. She sends me pamphlets on how Halloween is evil because it’s a pagan holiday, etc. She’s a very prim and proper, wouldn’t say shit if she had a mouthful type. Harry Potter teaches sorcery, etc.
She doesn’t like me, but doesn’t have the intestinal fortitude to actually say anything directly to me, she just complains to my dear sweet wife about what a horrible person I am. She is offended and senses personal attack any time you disagree with her. She does things that are supposed to be out of kindness, yet lays guilt trips on about them later. If you can’t perform a favor she asks of you (no matter how valid the reason), she tries to guilt you about things she’s done in the past.
I can live with that. I try not to start any confrontations with her because my wife will bear the retaliation.
Also, I like family dinner. I think it’s becoming a lost art, and I’m rather proud of the fact that my family sits down to a home cooked meal together most every evening. So while my wife was away last week, I cooked dinner for myself and my four children every night, because it’s what I like. The MIL knows this.
The point:
So this guy comes to the door selling frozen food, as he does every two weeks. My wife tells him the freezer’s full, we don’t need anything. My MIL tells him that “Her husband ordered out every day last week because she wasn’t here to cook for him.” Of course, I wasn’t actually there to hear it…the missus told me about it later.
The Rant:
You bitch. You fundie, unreasoning, unintelligent, goat-felching, ass-crack-hair-braiding, gerbil-smothering, anus-pucker-inducing, bible-thumping, mote-examining, monkey-squicking, oral-diarhea spewing, feces-flavored-popsicle-licking bitch. You insult me to a complete stranger in my own fucking house? You rat-fellating waste of skin and oxygen. I hope there is a God, so you can go to hell.
Bitch.