The C word.

My evil MIL is a clot. You heard me. I haven't used that term in a long time. It was originally coined by an ex-boyfriend of mine (one of the good ones that got away). Normally I'd use the other C-word (C U Next Tuesday), but I'm feeling ladylike today.

On to the heart of the matter. Why am I pissed off at her today? As opposed to every other fucking day? Yesterday I spoke to her, and told her of our plans for the weekend. After DH makes his obligatory trip to the land of the evil MIL on Saturday he's coming home for tree festivities. Now, remember yesterday was DH's b'day...and I didn't really have the capital to buy him a gift (my being a SAHM and all). The only thing he asked for was (1) that we order some Thai food on Saturday and kick back with a couple of Thai beers, and (2) that he get to relax on Sunday -- sleep in, play his guitar, and just chill. No biggie. I can do that. So, this is what I told the evil MIL.

Last nite over dinner, DH is talking about the xmas tree, and how we have to have the tree finished by Saturday. And I said, "Is it really that big a deal? We can finish it on Sunday if necessary". And he says, "No, I won't be here Sunday. My mother begged me to take her xmas shopping, so I'll be leaving the house at 8am".

Unable to stop myself, I said "but I talked to her today and told her about our plans for Sat/Sun. I told her how much you were looking forward to relaxing".

DH sat there, and blinked a couple of times.

And then he said, "Well, maybe she misunderstood you."

I'm thinking "maybe. Or maybe she's a big Happiness Hoover that needs to SUCK every bit of joy out of people's lives!!!!!" I bit my tongue so hard my mouth bled.

So now, DH (who was looking forward to doing Xmas stuff this year), is now pissed off, stressed out, and annoyed by the whole fucking thing.

Let's all say it together - THANKS A LOT, YOU FUCKING CLOT. ENJOY YOUR SHOPPING AND I HOPE YOU GET HIT BY A BUS.

Thanks for letting me vent that. I'm off to finish cleaning.