Thanks to an anonymous reader for sharing a recent experience with us. Hope to hear more from you!
My mother-in-law was sitting in her kitchen, talking to my husband's grandmother with the windows open. I was sitting on the patio reading the paper. It was a glorious day and about 90 degrees. I heard my husband's grandmother say to my MIL about me: "Is Shelly going to put on her swimsuit and join you outside?" and my MIL replied "No, I don't think so, I think she realizes she is rather on the large size."
My mouth hit the floor! First of all, I am a size 10 (Isn't that average?) Secondly, she knew I could hear every damn word she said.
WTF?
Showing posts with label Crap. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crap. Show all posts
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thanks For The Eating Disorder
Labels: Crap, Crazy, Reader Post, Weight, WTF?
Friday, April 24, 2009
Satan's Easter Basket
Reader "K" emailed to share a recent experience in hellish mother-in-law gifts. If you can call them that. Thanks, K.
My MIL is the worst gift-giver ever. Seriously, I don't know what her problem is, but if it's in the checkout line at Big Lots, or even better, at a garage sale, then it is purchased and shipped to my house and called a gift.
This Easter, like every other holiday, my kids got a package from their Mimi. A package of shit and the contents were the following:
- Magic Grow Kitty, a paper (?) cat that you add water to and watch it grow into something mommy throws into the trash.
- An elephant balloon. You know, every child wants one?!?!
- A fly trapped in plastic ice cube. Yes! Just what I wanted my daughter to own.
- A bubble blower from a wedding. Because nothing says cheap like I got you a free thing of bubbles.
- A Ziploc bag of hangers. Because its what I always wanted.
- An eyeball headband, what all the kids are wearing these days.
- A bunny purse filled with 15 plastic caterpillars. WTF?
- A jumbo 2ft long pencil. Because, you know, my kid is 3ft tall and needs a pencil this big?!?
- A magnet shaped like the state of Oklahoma, just to remind us how far away she lives. Thank God.
- Seven outfits for my son that are shockingly too small, as in 0-3 months size. My boy is 7 months old and wears size 12-18 months clothes.
Next time, just mail a card and put a $20 in it. Geez.
Labels: Crap, Gifts, Reader Post
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