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Hell, I put on 35lbs in the last 18 months. It aint hard to do.yeah, really funny since she only put on 35lbs during the pregnancy
A little concrete and a bucket, and she could be visiting the "other fishes" for a while. Just a thought.My in-laws rock. They moved here from Ft. Wayne, IN when my son was born, and although I was slightly worried about that, they've been awesome. Guaranteed babysitter, for one, plus they are just very nice people. I'm glad they're close.
My "grandparents-in-law", however, suck. These are the parents of my mother-in-law. When told we were getting married, the grandmother replied, and I quote, "Yuck." When asked to repeat it, she did so. My father-in-law told me not to worry about it, as when they announced their engagement 30 some years ago, her reply was, "There are other fish in the sea."
A little concrete and a bucket, and she could be visiting the "other fishes" for a while. Just a thought.
I guess another complaint I have is that some of them find the most boring ways to tell the most boring stories, and I want to yell, "DAMMIT!! I FOUND THIS STORY LESS BORING THE LAST TIME YOU TOLD IT!!"
My in-laws tell the same stories every time I see them. I would really love to tell them it wasn't entertaining the first time I heard it why would it be any more entertaining now? Also, whenever we are at the house I swear the rule is we cannot do anything but sit in a room with them, stare at each other and listen to their inane stories. At that point I would be happy if someone hit me over the head with a shovel.
My in-laws tell the same stories every time I see them. I would really love to tell them it wasn't entertaining the first time I heard it why would it be any more entertaining now? Also, whenever we are at the house I swear the rule is we cannot do anything but sit in a room with them, stare at each other and listen to their inane stories. At that point I would be happy if someone hit me over the head with a shovel.
her son is a human train wreck, so she tells these "tragic" stories about crap that happens to him, and those do amuse me.
Ummm... I sense a major strategic error on your part...
The mistake you are making is sobriety. If you are drunk enough, you won't remember the stories, and then at least they are only inane every tiem you here them... instead of inane and and repetitive.
(which was just a bunch of guys reading poetry) and then reported back as soon as they got home.