Stop fucking up DH's flights. We don't have problems on any other airline, and this is the FIFTH trip in the last six months you've fucked up. Two hours delayed already, with not even an estimated departure time given yet.
No love, Hormonal pregnant lady who doesn't need this shit
Dear Mother-In-Law, You make delicious food. This does not mean that the meals we eat at your home need to resemble Thanksgiving dinner. I don't need an entree, 3 sides, a roll, and dessert for dinner. I know cooking is how you show your family love, but you aren't doing H and I any favors in the health or weight department when we stay with you. Sincerely, Juliash
Yes, after 7 years of telling you to get your ass off of the counter, we put your food up on the counter so the baby doesn't eat it. This does not, I repeat NOT, mean you own the fucking place. Quit staring at me.