Disclaimer: he has serious health issues right now, and is in a pretty big funk. We are being patient and supportive and understanding.
BUUUUT I just got a snippy voicemail from him.
"I've tried to call your husband and he didn't answer and I've asked him multiple times and you guys need to be available in case something happens and it's only 8:30 and you need to coordinate so that someone always has their phone on blah blah blah"
Dude. It's 8:30 on a Friday. What if we were getting jiggy? What if we were in a movie? What if we were showering?
I called back within 5 minutes. THAT SEEMS REASONABLE TO ME. In fact, H is at the gym (carry me around, bitch!), and I was spending some quality time with myself (more than you ever wanted to know), so forgive me for not leaping up and racing downstairs to have a chat with dad-in-law.
I would not be able to resist. Everytime someone asked me when I was planning on having kids, I would HAVE to say "Well, we're waiting till FIL is dead". Then laugh maniacally.
Yep. And then I might have to let it slip that he should just hurry it up already because these eggs are rotting as we speak.