Anonymous wrote:The above-stove microwave has been broken for at least a year. The handle has been glued with Krazy Glue and Gorilla Glue, and taped heavily with clear packing tape. The man of the house refuses to believe that yes, it could be replaced, somehow and some way, even though it is an above-stove model, so they aren’t replacing it, just dealing with a broken microwave that you have to handle “just so.”
Yes, we’re staying home this year and hosting. This is my house and my life, and there’s no escape.
Anonymous wrote:MIL just rolled up and put the world’s most hideous centerpiece on our table. It’s orange, stinky lilies and other orange and brown mums, with two bigassh orange candles stuck in the middle.
It doesn’t fit—it’s spilling over onto plates. Oh well, I’ll put MIL and FIL in the center at the most-affected seats, and I’ll be happy at the end, floral-free.
I usually head her off at the pass by having my own centerpiece and relegating hers to the mantle. I’ll have to remember to do that next time because she has horrible taste.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:We're hosting, we typically do. Only our kids and their spouses, we live far from extended family. They talk between themselves about the usual things about us - old condiments, up at dawn, etc. but we all get along well and it's such a fun time. They can't wait to get here.
But *why* the old condiments?
Anonymous wrote:We're hosting, we typically do. Only our kids and their spouses, we live far from extended family. They talk between themselves about the usual things about us - old condiments, up at dawn, etc. but we all get along well and it's such a fun time. They can't wait to get here.
Anonymous wrote:Asked my dad if he needed something from the store, he didn’t. One day later he is saying he actually does and will go and get it himself. From the most expensive store, using my money, but feeling extremely self sufficient and even helpful.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Here's mine.
We are going to MIL's.
Every time we visit her, I marvel that she still has the foot care product basket we gave her for Christmas in the mid-1990s sitting in the bathroom. It's a mix of squeeze bottle products (a foot scrub, etc.) and a wooden foot roller massager. I wonder if it is being used but I do not ask.
This is really funny!
Anonymous wrote:Here's mine.
We are going to MIL's.
Every time we visit her, I marvel that she still has the foot care product basket we gave her for Christmas in the mid-1990s sitting in the bathroom. It's a mix of squeeze bottle products (a foot scrub, etc.) and a wooden foot roller massager. I wonder if it is being used but I do not ask.
Anonymous wrote:Is anyone staying at a place where the tv is on at all times and at full volume? I feel I am being absolutely inundated with fake-nice daytime talk show banter and commercials for personal injury lawyers.