Anonymous wrote:Just like having some random bums from Starbucks over--except they don't pay you.

They just become one with the furniture for hours/days, mooch off your wifi, eat your food, sit there, say nothing, do nothing, have loud phone conversations, and make contact with no one, or anything but their ipad/iphone/laptop.

Same here. Ughh!

Being seated on a cross country bus to California next to an old lady with horrible denture breath and pissy pants.

Watching the same boring, tragic movie about a depressed martyr 500 times in a row.

Damn 21:40. Sounds painful but also just about right. Lol.

Anonymous wrote:Taking a long drawn out shit and then "pinching the loaf" prematurely and using 2 rolls of toilet paper to wipe my ass until it causes a bloody fissure and then clogging the toilet as a result.

21:40. You win. I laughed until tears came out.

Taking a long drawn out shit and then "pinching the loaf" prematurely and using 2 rolls of toilet paper to wipe my ass until it causes a bloody fissure and then clogging the toilet as a result.

Anonymous wrote:Just like having some random bums from Starbucks over--except they don't pay you.

They just become one with the furniture for hours/days, mooch off your wifi, eat your food, sit there, say nothing, do nothing, have loud phone conversations, and make contact with no one, or anything but their ipad/iphone/laptop.

Wonder if we're related to the same people. Only, mine will talk on the condition that you talk about them and how wonderful their child is compared to our children (who are perfectly great kids, but whatever). If they'd just ask before raiding the refrigerator, and then wash the dishes maybe once a day, it would be better.

I have actually compared their visits to using my annual leave to play maid and cook to them.

Anonymous wrote:-
- being trapped on the tarmac for 4 hours seated by the toilets next to a heavy guy in a kilt with bad breath (has actually happened to me).

A visit to/from my IL's has more drama than a 1980's soap opera!

Anonymous wrote:Why has no one mentioned a root canal?

Ha, I just posted above. It's the first thing that came to my mind!

A root canal.

It's not fun, but bearable when properly medicated (aka: tipsy to drunk). I'd much rather do something else with my time. The anxiety leading up to the event is almost always as painful as the event itself.

... hiring a maid. MIL is a compulsive neat freak, DW and I are total slobs. A visit from MIL makes our house look fit for human habitation. Temporarily.

Anonymous wrote:

E) colonic irrigation

Funny you say that. My MIL claims that coffee enemas cured her breast cancer, so I was going to respond to this thread saying "a coffee enema."

Why has no one mentioned a root canal?