Monday, March 23, 2009

whine whine whine

Why in the bloodyfuckinghell did I agree to go on vacation with my MOTHER IN LAW for a week?
On a train...to California? She eats with her mouth open and bites the fork...she considers kraft "real cheese" for christ sake.
I'm taking a flask and that is that.

jamey r @http://cookingfromthedge.blogspot.com/

7 comments:

Marinka said...

I think the answer is superobvious--you agreed to this tour of Hades in order to have fodder for this blog!

And about that flask--take two.

michelle said...

You were obviously on serious amounts of drugs at the time you agreed to the trip. Serious amounts of drugs.

countrymouse said...

Why just a flask? May I suggest many, many water bottles filled with whatever concoctions you desire.

And/or talk your doctor into prescribing anti-anxiety meds so you just won't have the wherewithal to care : )

Julie B. said...

OMG ...countrymouse that is SUCH good advice...maybe I can get anti-anxiety meds for when my in-laws come up for my son's christening. Is it safe to breastfeed on them? :)

p.huong said...

Kraft= "real cheese"? Please...

Don't tell me she also thinks Taco Bell is authentic Mexican food. Don't get me wrong, I'll eat it, but I prefer the taco truck across the street.

reddaisies112 said...

Unfortunately, even I could be lured in to spending larger than healthy amounts of time with my almost ex and ridiculously overannoying in-laws if that tricky little word "vacation" were to be throw around. I would be hypnotized by the thought of riding on a train, so mesmerized in fact that even I, the most astute of listeners might overlook that slight little detail of the most annoying a-holes in the whole world being there. Just look at the bright side with earplugs (taped in with the superglue nose strips) and the backpack full of booze (forget the flask, you need quantity) you won't even know they're there. Right? And besides a vacation is a vacation even if it is to the smoldering depths of the inferno.

reddaisies112 said...

Um... does that make me a vacation whore? Eek.