I'm starting to wonder if there's anyone else out there that has a family like my husbands...one that a birthday party for a 6 year old results in me flipping my monster in law off. No? No one else? Yeah, didn't think so.
It all started the second I sat down. Literally. Monster-In-Law and her mother (who's not so monsterish) sat there for 2 hours about how in 9 months they'll be holding the triplets that I'm carrying, RIGHT NOW. Still trying to be 'polite' (I don't know why), I said, "Nope, not in 9 months..." hint, hint, hint...yeah, they still didn't get it. I wanted to slap the monster-in-law and scream at her how she can't seriously be that stupid...but I didn't...
We were able to break away from them for a couple of hours, but as soon as we sat back down at their table it started all over again. I kept saying that there was NO WAY possible that in 9 months they'd be holding these tripliets that I'm supposed to be carrying and they still didn't get it....really?
I finally had to say, "Maybe in 10 months" and that's when their braincells decided to hold hands and work for once and figure out that they're not getting grandkids that fast, or that easily.
Monster-In-Law then started up on the very raunchy description of what needs to happen for her to get grandbabies...and that's when I flipped her off and walked out of the room.
Guess this was some kind of payback for the uber-gaudy Virgin Mary fishbone carving we brought back for her from Mexico...
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