My MIL

My MIL is here.

She spends every waking hour as near to Gigi as she can possibly be. This interrupts my normal daily functions like dressing, naps, going to the toilet, thinking, relaxing, etc. I can't have a conversation with my wife without repeating statements and explaining all the meaning and nuances that go along with a relationship that has lasted 34 years.

Yesterday...and I am not making this up she decided that she would "help" by cleaning out the cat box at the guest house. She saw the Roomba in the kitchen and took that opportunity to weigh herself on the damn vacuum cleaner. She said it lit up and yelled. I haven't had the nerve to go visit it yet.

The highlight of my day was when I decided I would buck up and eat a pickled egg. I have had this jar of pickled eggs from tailgating last football season. I was bored. I was curious.

It tasted kind of like a rubber egg with vinegar and Comet.

If she hold's something up in my face again and asks, "What's this?" I swear.....

6 comments:

TerryC said...

You most certainly have a nice cushy spot waiting for you in heaven (if you believe in that stuff).

Judy said...

Oh, my gosh I can't believe she tried to weigh herself on that!!!

Ken said...

I'm sure you have a very unhappy Roomba. Poor Thing!

Rock Chef said...

Ah, bless...

Phfrankie Bondo said...

...I prefer my eggs with a gentle sprinkling of Ajax...

terri said...

Take deep breaths. She'll be gone soon.