PP you replied to. My family lives in Europe, actually. We see each other rarely. Less than once a year. We each pay for our own hotels, PP. |
Oh my god this thread has made me realize I’m a garbage mom.
Instead of putting trash in the kitchen trash bag, I always take it out to the big trash can, which we keep in the garage. I don’t know why, except maybe 1. I’m too lazy to take off the baby lock and 2. I get mad when the kitchen trash is over full and H still hasn’t taken it out. Better to just not look at it at all. |
Admitting it is the first step. ![]() |
But there is a wrong way to load it, and FIL will stand uncomfortably close making sure you don’t put a glass where a bowl should be, yet he never loads it himself. |
Umm, the exact times that people go to sleep and wake up do not matter in the least. The amount of time spent asleep matters, but the times of falling asleep and waking up are unimportant. |
AMEN |
Alternate worlds. We arrived and house is 80, but don’t change the thermostat! And MIL here also doesn’t cook so will go out for Thanksgiving but means next 2 1/2 days, no food in house. Thank goodness for these posts years ago they educated me about car coolers and hidden room food so we survive (they don’t like to keep food in house because will go bad). I am not sure what they think we eat, but for years now they don’t ask, we don’t say and all works out. But anyone new watching this would be very confused. |
I’m the PP you’re replying to and my LEES-certified architect sibling long ago gave up having this conversation. In my mom’s world, the phrase “vinyl storm windows” is synonymous with “not our kind, dear.” And someone who doesn’t let you run more than one source of water in the house at a time for fear of leaks is not in the mindset to start talking about a tankless water heater. Good try, though! I like the optimism you bring to the holiday week. It’ll serve you well when a grouchy relative catches you putting trash in the trash can. |
I’m not leaving the thread until it’s confirmed that it’s Fluffy the Guinea Pig in an empty sharps container. Placenta schmacenta. |
What was it? I can’t find! |
This right here is the kind of wacky I love finding buried in these threads among the house too cold/too hot, garbage police, and nobody is allowed to eat posts! |
I’ve been haunted by wondering where the cooked turkey is stored. |
You know she rummages through the nightstand every day, but you're not taking the opportunity to mess with her? I mean, come on, we could have a whole thread devoted to shit you could leave in the drawer every day to confuse her. |
I can’t stop thinking that you are also probably spending a fortune on tickets to be there for just one day (in a sad environment most likely) specifically for TG. |
Good for you? So you took this personally exactly why? |