Anyway, FIL was, well, FIL. Day One brought a comment to F about a friend of his that has been unemployed since just before his wedding 8 months ago, “Yes, he is FAT now, just like YOU.” Aww, can you feel the love yet people???
FIL also refused, REFUSED to attend Christmas Dinner at W's (F's brother). As MIL and I were putting on our shoes, MIL said something to him in the Homeland language. Oddly enough, he answered her in English; "I'm not going to that STUPID thing." Yes, Christmas dinner at his son's house, is STUPID. Baby Jesus really did weep. I swear. W called F while we were on the way there, I of course only heard one side of the conversation, I'm sure you can closely guess what the other side was:
F: "We're on our way." (we were late, through no fault of mine I'd like to point out!) *pause* "Me, DH and Mom." *pause* "I don't know W." *pause* "You're asking the wrong person W." *pause* "Ok, we'll pick that up." So on Christmas day we stopped to pick up OJ and Lemon juice (which they had none) so F had to call W back. "W. They don't have lemon juice, do you want me to get two OJ's? *pause* "Ok." *pause* "I don't know......No, I don't know why he isn't answering his cell phone or the house phone W." *pause* "You'll have to ask him that. I'm sorry."
As for MIL. She broke the rule and bought me Christmas presents. Seriously people, I know she means well, but this is crazy. No means no. F had a fit when I told him she got me stuff and then she was all “You Just HAD to tell him, didn’t you???” OMG. She has gotten better at picking stuff, but she just can’t seem to get it through her head that just because it is “my size” doesn’t mean it is going to fit.
|Two different pairs of Frilly PJ's, not that bad actually|
|Wallet, on a string|
|I may have actually kept this if it wasn't fire engine red|