Anonymous wrote:We got the church 5x7. I put it in the guest room. I just want to tell all you DILs that my MIL recently died after suffering from Alzheimers. She was much less well educated than I, not very bright, and had, in my opinion, terrible taste in just about everything. But she was totally well meaning. When we were first married I always made fun of her to DH and did not do a great job of hiding my sense of superiority at family gatherings. Now that I am older and I hope wiser, I feel very guilty about this. All they want (usually) is to be loved and accepted by you so that they remain part of their son's life and grandchildren's lives. So I guess what I am saying is in hindsight I would swallow my pride and act a lot more grateful for the cheesy gifts, and most of all, never ever insult my MIL to DH. It makes me cringe to realize my future DILs are probably going to do the same thing. Just saying'.
Yes, this is why I didn't burst out laughing when this ridiculous looking photo came out of the box. And since they act utterly smug and superior, make fun of fat people, and force feed us their "wisdom" in hour after hour of wine-soaked, agenda-laden, self-serving stories: "wellllll, WE'VE always felt that...blah blah blah", etc etc, until I can hardly take even one more second of it, I would resent having to look at this picture the other 50 weeks of the year, it is just too much. That said, the pps have offered some excellent suggestions. I am not a snob, and would not look down on my ILs terrible taste if they did not think they actually have the best taste in all the world. My MIL has shown me warmth maybe 2 times in 15 years, and not even on my wedding day. I have tried so hard to be a good DIL, I am hard working, a good mother, and most importantly to my MIL, I am not fat and have not gotten fat. Yet still nothing is ever good enough. I used to put a lot of thought into picking out Christmas presents for her, until the day she asked me to get something for her out of a kitchen drawer, and there, still in their store packaging, were all the gifts I had chosen for her.
And even given all this, I actually still feel guilty for my negative feelings toward them and my desire to trash the photo. My sister suggested allowing my son to toss the football near the photo until there is an unfortunate accident.
Now how to keep my friend from laughing out loud next time she comes over and sees said photo.