Come here if your in laws do weird crap at thanksgiving.

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I’ll start off.

This year, I will finally tell my FIL he cannot floss his teeth at the table.

[Anonymous]

Why just in laws?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Why just in laws?

Family of origin complaints are welcome too.

[Anonymous]

Appetizer of ham slices rolled around dill pickle and cream cheese.

[Anonymous]

MIL has been here since Tuesday. Tuesday night, we got a Costco rotisserie chicken for dinner. I put it out on a serving platter on the counter, as I was going to divide it out, but just as I was doing that, my daughter started crying in the other room so I went to see what was wrong (she stubbed her toe).

I come back to the kitchen to finish up what I was doing and I caught MIL ripping apart the rotisserie chicken with her bare hands, like a gd caveman.

I couldn't believe what I saw. This was dinner for four of us (DD, MIL, Me and DH) and she's in there tearing it up with her dirty hands.

I was so disgusted - I told her that chicken is hers now. Luckily we live in a condo next to a full service grocery store and I went to get another chicken.

[Anonymous]

MIL fusses and clucks and acts like she is the hostess. She actually does nothing and only gets in the way. No, she doesn’t want to host—when she does, she is a stressed-out nightmare. No, she doesn’t offer to bring anything. Yes, I’m sure it is that she wants attention and wants to feel important. She could at least bring a bottle of wine. Instead, she fusses around, questions everything, acts like she knows best, and is put out that we don’t stuff the bird. She doesn’t seem to grasp that no, you don’t need to put an unstuffed turkey in the oven at 7 a.m. and dry it completely out.

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Anonymous wrote:MIL has been here since Tuesday. Tuesday night, we got a Costco rotisserie chicken for dinner. I put it out on a serving platter on the counter, as I was going to divide it out, but just as I was doing that, my daughter started crying in the other room so I went to see what was wrong (she stubbed her toe).

I come back to the kitchen to finish up what I was doing and I caught MIL ripping apart the rotisserie chicken with her bare hands, like a gd caveman.

I couldn't believe what I saw. This was dinner for four of us (DD, MIL, Me and DH) and she's in there tearing it up with her dirty hands.

I was so disgusted - I told her that chicken is hers now. Luckily we live in a condo next to a full service grocery store and I went to get another chicken.

Omg how did she respond to that? I need details!

[Anonymous]

Mostly it’s just MIL and FIL’s endless bickering. He gets terrible anxiety about everything and she’s overly stubborn and passive aggressive, perhaps as a coping mechanism to living with his anxiety for 50 years. Sigh.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:MIL has been here since Tuesday. Tuesday night, we got a Costco rotisserie chicken for dinner. I put it out on a serving platter on the counter, as I was going to divide it out, but just as I was doing that, my daughter started crying in the other room so I went to see what was wrong (she stubbed her toe).

I come back to the kitchen to finish up what I was doing and I caught MIL ripping apart the rotisserie chicken with her bare hands, like a gd caveman.

I couldn't believe what I saw. This was dinner for four of us (DD, MIL, Me and DH) and she's in there tearing it up with her dirty hands.

I was so disgusted - I told her that chicken is hers now. Luckily we live in a condo next to a full service grocery store and I went to get another chicken.

How do you know she didn’t wash her hands first? Even with a knife, it’s hard to get all the meat off without touching it at all. You seem kinda psycho. Also rotisserie chicken is way too similar to turkey, two days apart.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:MIL has been here since Tuesday. Tuesday night, we got a Costco rotisserie chicken for dinner. I put it out on a serving platter on the counter, as I was going to divide it out, but just as I was doing that, my daughter started crying in the other room so I went to see what was wrong (she stubbed her toe).

I come back to the kitchen to finish up what I was doing and I caught MIL ripping apart the rotisserie chicken with her bare hands, like a gd caveman.

I couldn't believe what I saw. This was dinner for four of us (DD, MIL, Me and DH) and she's in there tearing it up with her dirty hands.

I was so disgusted - I told her that chicken is hers now. Luckily we live in a condo next to a full service grocery store and I went to get another chicken.

How do you know she didn’t wash her hands first? Even with a knife, it’s hard to get all the meat off without touching it at all. You seem kinda psycho. Also rotisserie chicken is way too similar to turkey, two days apart.

Using her hands to separate meat for a communal meal is disgusting.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Appetizer of ham slices rolled around dill pickle and cream cheese.

Sounds yummy.

[Anonymous]

Last Thanksgiving my SIL came out of her basement and handed DH a white-and-gold wrapped gift. It was a wedding gift -- from when he married his first wife. Thirty freaking years ago. We have been together 20 and married for seven. Apparently it was a gift from some family member that gave it to her to give them and she never did? And after all these years she felt Thanksgiving with me sitting next to him was the perfect time to come hand it to him?

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:MIL has been here since Tuesday. Tuesday night, we got a Costco rotisserie chicken for dinner. I put it out on a serving platter on the counter, as I was going to divide it out, but just as I was doing that, my daughter started crying in the other room so I went to see what was wrong (she stubbed her toe).

I come back to the kitchen to finish up what I was doing and I caught MIL ripping apart the rotisserie chicken with her bare hands, like a gd caveman.

I couldn't believe what I saw. This was dinner for four of us (DD, MIL, Me and DH) and she's in there tearing it up with her dirty hands.

I was so disgusted - I told her that chicken is hers now. Luckily we live in a condo next to a full service grocery store and I went to get another chicken.

How do you know she didn’t wash her hands first? Even with a knife, it’s hard to get all the meat off without touching it at all. You seem kinda psycho. Also rotisserie chicken is way too similar to turkey, two days apart.

Using her hands to separate meat for a communal meal is disgusting.

DP. It's the only way to get the meat off some bones.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I’ll start off.

This year, I will finally tell my FIL he cannot floss his teeth at the table.

Oh hell no.

ILs pick their teeth and belch at the table, so I'm with you, OP. I do recall the same people did not like the way I held my fork (you know, the same way everyone else holds their fork). Good times.

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:MIL has been here since Tuesday. Tuesday night, we got a Costco rotisserie chicken for dinner. I put it out on a serving platter on the counter, as I was going to divide it out, but just as I was doing that, my daughter started crying in the other room so I went to see what was wrong (she stubbed her toe).

I come back to the kitchen to finish up what I was doing and I caught MIL ripping apart the rotisserie chicken with her bare hands, like a gd caveman.

I couldn't believe what I saw. This was dinner for four of us (DD, MIL, Me and DH) and she's in there tearing it up with her dirty hands.

I was so disgusted - I told her that chicken is hers now. Luckily we live in a condo next to a full service grocery store and I went to get another chicken.

How do you know she didn’t wash her hands first? Even with a knife, it’s hard to get all the meat off without touching it at all. You seem kinda psycho. Also rotisserie chicken is way too similar to turkey, two days apart.

Using her hands to separate meat for a communal meal is disgusting.

DP. It's the only way to get the meat off some bones.

There are rules of hygiene, and there are rules of etiquette. You don't dig in with your fingers at the start of the meal, and if you choose to do so, you make sure everyone has eaten their fill, and you announce you're prepping the carcass for soup.