Post by DarcyLongfellow on Nov 26, 2014 22:08:59 GMT -5
I'm sorry -- they sound very boring :-(. I have an aunt and uncle like that -- droning on and on and on with inane, specific details of their boring lives.
I'm sorry about the reason for the closet bar, but you're good people to not drink in front of them.
I'd either invent a mild sickness that requires lots of "naps," or start spending a lot of time rocking the baby!
Aunt Carmella's son Nicholas had a baby. It was a boy!
But Brian Ferrero from high school got divorced and it was messy. And they had two kids. Such a shame.
*pours secret wine*
OMG, this sounds like my ILs.
But it would have 832892310 more details.
"Do you remember Gene and Terri Ferrero? They lived in that blue house, and he used to work for the utility company. And Gene's dad, Lenny, was the guy who sold eggs? So yeah, what was the son's name? No, not the one in Kyle's grade, the one in your grade. Was that Brian? The one that was really good at football - wait, basketball - him. ANYWAY, he had married the one girl - what is her name again? She was a Jones. Kelli Jones. You know, the one whose parents blah blah blah blah blah - and Aunt Donna told me that oh, her behavior was just shameful, you never could trust the Joneses, and Kelli drinks too much, and they had two kids, and the kids' names both started with M, and The Ferreros are just ALL SO UPSET BECAUSE THIS IS SUCH A MESS blah blah blah and they are just going to have to sue because you can't keep grandkids from their parents, and Kelli Ferrero is getting a settlement from the Ferrero Family Egg Empire, which is just a shame. Probably because she's (insert race here) and WE'RE NOT RACIST, but you just KNOW how (insert race here) acts."
I need a pocket flask in addition to a closet bar.
sjh722 WERE YOU IN MY LIVING ROOM THE LAST THREE HOURS? That is almost literally what I have been dealing with exactly.
Then, I shit you not, they started talking about moles on their backs. MIL has one and it IS dark and "flaky," but does NOT have irregular edges. FIL said that's nothing because at least HERS doesn't have HAIR growing out of it.
I hate my life. Twelve hours until my parents get here for the day.
Aunt Carmella's son Nicholas had a baby. It was a boy!
But Brian Ferrero from high school got divorced and it was messy. And they had two kids. Such a shame.
*pours secret wine*
God, this sounds like my IL's too. But H gets involved. The whole family starts talking about how amazing H was at soccer in 4th grade, or remember that vacation we took 18 years ago when XYZ happened, or oh remember so and so from your 8th grade class? Listen to who they married from your 10th grade class, blah blah blah. And it's always the SAME STORIES from a million years ago over and over, like every time we get together. H and I have been together for 10 years and I feel like I know his childhood better than he does.
Aunt Carmella's son Nicholas had a baby. It was a boy!
But Brian Ferrero from high school got divorced and it was messy. And they had two kids. Such a shame.
*pours secret wine*
God, this sounds like my IL's too. But H gets involved. The whole family starts talking about how amazing H was at soccer in 4th grade, or remember that vacation we took 18 years ago when XYZ happened, or oh remember so and so from your 8th grade class? Listen to who they married from your 10th grade class, blah blah blah. And it's always the SAME STORIES from a million years ago over and over, like every time we get together. H and I have been together for 10 years and I feel like I know his childhood better than he does.
*Pours one out with all of you*
i have thought this on more than one occasion. H and i met when we were 18, just starting college. i can answer minute details about his childhood like i was the girl next door that grew up with him... except i lived in a different country. i've just been told the same stories over and over and over and over that i just know.
we don't have closet booze in our house, but when our family visits we give them our room and stay in our landlords guest room upstairs. landlord keeps his fridge stocked and will have a beer open and ready when we walk through the door at night, God bless him.
Well, apparently my ILs have a lot in common with all of yours. I swear, my parents are not this bad. Nor do we rehash the same 20 childhood stories ad nauseum. Intermingled with tidbits from Fox News or e-mail forwards.
Post by countthestars on Nov 26, 2014 23:44:00 GMT -5
Yes! My MIL is always asking if I remember someone from BIL's elementary school days or other BIL's choir. No, woman. I grew up three hours from here. I remember no one because I have never met them.
Well, apparently my ILs have a lot in common with all of yours. I swear, my parents are not this bad. Nor do we rehash the same 20 childhood stories ad nauseum. Intermingled with tidbits from Fox News or e-mail forwards.
Yep! Sounds all too familiar, including political jabs at me. FIL will quote something from Fox News (in his mind the only true reporting, gag) and pointedly look at me and laugh his head off because I'm the "black sheep" of the family with all my "incredibly liberal" thoughts.
Post by rootbeerfloat on Nov 26, 2014 23:54:19 GMT -5
My ILs are intellectual hippies and enjoy deep conversation. They are also hard of hearing with semi-functional hearing aids, which makes every discussion 3x as long.
Aunt Carmella's son Nicholas had a baby. It was a boy!
But Brian Ferrero from high school got divorced and it was messy. And they had two kids. Such a shame.
*pours secret wine*
OMG. My mom totally does this. And she gets really upset when H tunes out the details of her BFF's daughter's prom dress. And we can't drink around her either. (Wilted)
I can almost tell MIL stories verbatim now. Same stories over & over. My inlaws will be here for about an hour tomorrow. Just enough time to eat and leave before dessert.