Wednesday, January 06, 2010


(Warning:  I didn't sleep well and am extra crabby.  So, the mother-in-law rant continues...)

One of the last things she did before we left her apartment was call The Husband a liar.

"I'll be back in 3 months," he told her.
She repied, "No, you won't!" (complete with exclamation point)

But, a mere two postal days later (one day to drop it in the mail, and one day to deliver it) we received her letter that thanked us no less than three times for the visit... and mentioned just as many times how handicapped all the other residents at the home are... which she did while we were there as well.
It just makes for really lame conversation.

But, at least she acknowledged our visit (albeit belatedly) and thanked us for it rather than accuse us of lying about coming back... ever.

I understand that she hasn't got anything else to talk about (unless we want to hear about her health, which she kindly spared us), but time would have been better spent if she'd have let her grandsons talk about their interests, or if she'd have asked them questions instead of interrupting them to talk about herself... and her sad, sad living conditions (which aren't that sad).

I think I'm done complaining about all her complaining now.
Perhaps I'll get some sleep and things will be funny again tomorrow.


St Jude said...

Vent away, I have one just the same so I understand what it is like.

Priscilla said...

Get it out sister, get it all out. You'll feel better and we like it.