Hey, I just got back from Festa, and am I stuffed.
The boy just went off on some things. He really opened up on some observations he made, and his thoughts about them. so
I’m not going to go into details about our conversation and what he all said. He’s an adult and I think he might find that a breach of confidence.
He used to post on the SDMB when it was free. If he wants his rants on here he can pay the subscription price like the rest of us!
Applause! Sustained, hearty applause! Applause long and loud! Standing ovation! If I could, I’d buy you a drink.
To me a whole lot of difference is whether they:
I’m in the middle of buying my first owned flat. In the last week:
Mom has decided to help organize things (she’s staying all of two weeks for starters, instead of coming over next week as originally intended). I’ve got a few items that I want in specific places and I’ve made sure to not just put them back, but tell her that place is where I want them.
SIL has offered her and bro’s help with no intent to accept a refusal. I wasn’t counting on them at all; they’ve never been any help when they were free, and they’re going to be any when they have a baby and a dying man at home? Yah riiiite. I’ve refused. Accepting would have meant delays, more people telling me how to do things (don’t get me started on bro’s orders to do things I had already done, by the time he goes I’ve gone, come back, gone again, come back a second time and I’m resting on the sofa).
Otherbro has been invited to hop over tonight, then tomorrow come to IKEA to see what’s there (he’s getting his own house next month) and help push the cart. He’s happily accepted.
Sometimes I wish family was optional.
If you do get him alone, I’d recommend you using a phone book and a slap-jack.
Jezus fuck!:smack: It just doesn’t stop. Now I’m rather certain that it was him who screwed up my computer
He knows nothing about computers, he doesn’t even have one in his house, but while I was at work he went on one that I have up in a makeshift office I have in the den and ever sense it hasn’t been running right.
Friday night his wife tells us that she wants to take us to dinner on saturday in appreciation for staying here, anywhere we want price is no object. We choose a decent but reasonably priced restaurant in Racine.
Saturday night we’re on our way to eat in their rental car (I always insist he gets a rental. We don’t need a zillion of his vacation miles put on our cars, and all the while he bitches about them being stick anyway). All the while he’s blathering on about how the gas prices can be fought by mandating by law that everyone drive a small car.
He has a Mercedes at home, and the rental is a Ford Expedition I shit you not!!!
So suddenly I realize that we’re not heading anywhere near Racine.“Where are we going” I asked, fists clenched. “We’re going to the Widget Club in Janesville” he says. His wife then speaks up and says “They chose Qwerty Kountry in Racine” “OH NO WE’RE NOT” he shouts. The Widget is much better than that. Selfish fuck! You can pick anywhere you want as long as it’s where he wants to go.
After a mediocre dinner he decides we’re all going to drop in on someone he sort of knows in the area. It’s now11:00 and these people look like we got them out of bed. (they’re in their 80’s. 11:00 on a saturday night is probably late for them).
We stay almost an hour with these poor obviously drowsy saps.
Then all the way home all he does is bitch that they didn’t offer us anything to drink! Khrist! They didn’t want to give us any incentive to stay later!
I’ve embellished NOTHING!
Oh good Lord! Just when are these people going to leave your house?!
I’d be locked up in the asylum about now.
Did you not read jesuslynch’s post right above yours?! :rolleyes:
I sympathize. My MIL is batshit insane. We ended up supporting her in my wife’s former house for a year covering all her costs and she still bitched about it. I told my wife either we impoverish ourselves to keep her in that big house, or we sell it, give her some token cash ($30grand fer f***s sake!) and bid her adieu. Actually, the choice was, “Either she goes, or I go”. Anyway, she moved to California to live with a friend just outside of LA. Now they are moving to Palm Springs after the sale of the friend’s multi-million dollar house. She could have done this years ago. We’re still recovering from having the two mortgages and have to push back our plan to pay off our house by 5 years, or so.
(I ain’t spending anymore than I have to on her. When the old cow finally croaks I plan to wrap her in saran wrap and give her a burial at sea…hmmm, Why wait? Maybe something can be arranged sooner than that!..hehe…hehehe…Bwahahahaha!!!)
Tuesday, August 1st.
Problem is, about a week after that my wife will start to miss her stupid old man (FUCK if I know why!
) then the bitching will start about how I was rude to him and made him feel unwelcome and so on. We’ll argue about what a selfish, self centered, people using piece of shit he is, and my wife will get depressed because she knows I’m right, and I’ll fight dirty and throw up all the rotton shit he did going all the way back to when she was a kid, things I wouldn’t even know about if she hadn’t told me.
This will go on for about a week, then everything will go back to normal. Until Christmas time (a holiday I have never, ever fucking observed, not even back in the days when I was delusional about boogie men who live in the sky, not even when I was a kid. My family never celebrated it) when he calls up and invites us down for the holiday. Then it’s argue time with the missus again.
Gawd!:smack: I was so happy 10 years ago when he moved to Miami and I didn’t have to see him every other day. How was I to know he’d pay me back once a year in spades!:mad:
Truly rough, pkbites. You’ll have to do lots of the hot-gob shooting to make up for it, I’m sure.
Excuse me while I make another entry in my “Reasons Not to Get Married” list.
Hey! Don’t pollute the sea!
Skip the Saran.
Really! Think of the sharks and their poor blocked intestines!
Yeah, but, like, then I’d have to touch her! <shudder>
Use some good old-fashioned bio-degradable brown paper.
I learned that tip from Martha!
Was that how they disposed of, errr, matters, after they dealt with a cellblock snitch?
Best. Thread. Ever. If I’d been home reading [as opposed to work] … the original post and several subsequent replies would surely have made me blow beer out my nose.
For the record, I’ve not layed eyes on my in-laws for years. Booyah.
Hahaha! oh man, do I feel your pain on some miniscule level! Every morning (during the weekends only these days. This is one of the few perks I’ve found for his 100 hours during the weekdays work schedule,) I wake up to find ** twenty-seven windows --** seven feet tall and four feet wide on average – have the window treatments pulled all the fuck back! The A/C will be set at 72, it will be 100 outside, and we’re toasty inside at about, i dunno, 85??
Despite my pleas, regardless of my requesting only one open window per room (the vertical blinds are well insulated,) the man has no concept that it is so damned hot in the house because of his inability to give a shit.
Our power bill has decreased by nearly 45% since he picked up his second job.
oh geezus. I was referring to my husband in the above post, as well as jumping in to comment a bit more than fashionably late.
It’s 3am here and, apparantly, past my bedtime.