Good evening! It's Sunday! I should be watching football.
Nope. SIL --- my husband's sister --- the Queen Ditz of Planet Narcissism --- texted him out of the blue.
In a nutshell, her message was "Oh how sqee-adorable that your wife is going to try to walk a 5K next month, she's so brave, in her place I'd just go into a care center so my loved ones could havev their lives back"
Hubby stupidly texted back, "WTF is that supposed to mean".
Annnnd the texting war is on! Thumbs are flying! Clicks are clicking! Beeps are beeping! Phones are... well, doing whatever they do during a texting session.
It's like watching an invisible tennis match. Ping! tap-tap-tap. Click! Pause. Ping! Tap-tap-tap. Click! Pause....
So far, all we know is, my SIL resents having to do anything to help her kid recover from another follow-up surgery on the leg that broke b/c SIL won't feed her kid enough unless her parents (my parents-in-law) or social workers are breathing down her neck about Nutrition for Dummies. E.g., you can't make a kid live on kale and soybeans. But hey, SIL is still a size 6 in blue jeans! (OK, I'll go there.... her jeans size is the same as her IQ....)
Cheers, y'all, Hubby's gonna need liniment for his thumbs when the Texting Marathon is over. Also, he needs a translator. He didn't know what STFU means. Oh boy...
SNOW!!! And lots of it. It’s a complete blizzard here! All I see is white!
i moved here with him.Yes that was my choice.But was that the right one?My best friend had said she was worried he was trying to isolate me...And i knew no one here,i still don't.He would get so mad when i went to a poetry reading or an acting class.So i made no friends.He knew i went to ALANON.i should have kept that a secret.i felt like i couldn't go anywhere.Meet anyone.Just stay at home and...