Love this pet!! Humans are all so unique!

^^^love my ass. While there was indeed some affection, there was plenty of condescension. These are adults, not pets..

Your parents are adults. They raised you. They are not "cute," or "adorable." Your condescension is disgusting.

Well this was bound to happen... Although this thread nevertheless may have set a DCUM record of how long people could share posts expressing affection without anyone trying to crap on their happiness.

You need to get your head examined. You have serious psych issues if you do not see the love in these posts. Get help. You are going to destroy your children.

Also, get out of the thread so the rest of us can enjoy it.

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Anonymous wrote:Your parents are adults. They raised you. They are not "cute," or "adorable." Your condescension is disgusting.

You are pitiful and I feel sincerely sorry for your parents and if you have any, your children, too.

No need to feel sorry for anyone on this end. I have respect for both my parents and my children and would never get my jollies by making condescending remarks about them. I stand by my prior statement and pp, you need to examine your values if you think ridiculing and making condescending remarks about your parents is a worthwhile endeavor.

Anonymous wrote:Your parents are adults. They raised you. They are not "cute," or "adorable." Your condescension is disgusting.

You are pitiful and I feel sincerely sorry for your parents and if you have any, your children, too.

Your parents are adults. They raised you. They are not "cute," or "adorable." Your condescension is disgusting.

My dad leaves the lawnmower in the front foyer from March until usually November, but because of the warmth it's still there. He got ris of the lawn in the back, replacing it with astro turf, so he only has to mow the front now.

Anonymous wrote:My mom tries to decorate our house every time she comes to visit. Last time she put little bowls of potpourri all over my house, on every surface. Nearly a year later, I am still finding potpourri in nooks and carnies because my two year old got her hands on it.

She also bought a fake pine tree bonsai from the hardware store. It was better than the potpourri.

For the record I totally know what you meant to say, but now I have pictures of little freaky circus folk lurking in corners in your house, holding baskets of potpourri.

My dad bricket the back yard of our townhouse and now keeps the lawnmower in the front entryway.

MIL: Changes subjects without telling you and with no transition. So we think we are talking about the neighbors new dog, but she is really talking about her best friend's new grandchild. Also, tells a story without establishing who she is talking about. "He came over to take me to church..." "Who is, 'he'?" "Marvin! Your dad's best friend!" Last line said indignantly. Like we should have intuited who took her to church 3 Sundays ago when he car was in the shop.

Anonymous wrote:This thread is hilarious.

My MIL is the most optimistic person on earth. If you say to her "Joe broke his leg, isn't that sad?" She will literally say "well now that crutch maker on Leland Avenue will have some work, finally!"

She also tells these long convoluted stories about people she thinks we should know, even after we tell her we don't know them. "[DH], remember Johnny from high school? He had that red hair?" DH: "nope" MIL: "well I ran into his mother at the store and she said he works at the bank now! Isn't that amazing?!"

She still sends DH a letter in the mail every week. She writes about FIL in it ("dad and I went to the mall...") then signs it "love, mom and dad." She's the best.

Omg my mother does this too!! Not just about people we know but about amazing shopping deals stories and just random things going on in her neighborhood. And she will repeat them too. Even when I say something like "oh yeah you told me there's construction work in your neighborhood last week." she still wants to tell me about it again.

As mentioned she loves a good sale. She has 20 cans of coconut milk and 20 cans of broth in the garage because it was on sale as a BOGO or something. She has two fridges and one freezer full of food Lots of cuts of meat she buys when they are on sale and never cooks it. It's nuts.

When my family moved 5 years ago I helped her clean out the freezer. You'd think that knowing they were moving to a new state hey would have been cooking lots of the meat and sauces out of the deep freezer. said we had to throw most of it away because there is no way we could transport all that stuff frozen during the move of course now the freezer has been completely restockef with lots of things she probably will never cook. (at least the new house doesn't have a walk-in pantry so that discourages number for food hoarding tendencies.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:This thread is hilarious.

My MIL is the most optimistic person on earth. If you say to her "Joe broke his leg, isn't that sad?" She will literally say "well now that crutch maker on Leland Avenue will have some work, finally!"

She also tells these long convoluted stories about people she thinks we should know, even after we tell her we don't know them. "[DH], remember Johnny from high school? He had that red hair?" DH: "nope" MIL: "well I ran into his mother at the store and she said he works at the bank now! Isn't that amazing?!"

She still sends DH a letter in the mail every week. She writes about FIL in it ("dad and I went to the mall...") then signs it "love, mom and dad." She's the best.

My mom does this too! She is forever running into people at the grocery store. And when she tells me these stories about people I don't know or remember, I just could not be less interested. Yet, she keeps telling me about the person's education and trip to Europe and...my brother and I are really tired of it though because she's always comparing our lives to those of our childhood classmates'.

I will see you both and raise you one. My mother doesn't just tell us random shit about people we may not know. She will leave me this type of voicemail. "Hi Laura, it's Mommy. Do you remember that Jeff (brother) was friends with a boy named Matt Tamblin in 1st and 2nd grade? And his mom's name was Cara? Well, I ran into Cara's husband Steve at Publix - they moved to Florida two years ago - and he told me that Cara's father just died. If you want to send a sympathy card, it would go to Cara Tamblin and Family, 429 Southwest 27th Court, Davie, FL, 33324. I'm sure she'd be really touched. Okay, I love you, call me back, bye."

Meanwhile my brother will say he got the same voicemail and tell me "I hated that prick! We weren't friends at ALL!"

Lol. This is too cute!

My Mom used to pronounce antiques as antie-cue's

Animals, especially pets, were often called ani-mules

My mom tries to decorate our house every time she comes to visit. Last time she put little bowls of potpourri all over my house, on every surface. Nearly a year later, I am still finding potpourri in nooks and carnies because my two year old got her hands on it.

She also bought a fake pine tree bonsai from the hardware store. It was better than the potpourri.