Urban Wild Cat's Journal
I spent about 3 hours creating this.
I am inordinately proud of myself.
Current mood: oh god i have no life.
It's official. My Mother-in-law is psychotic.
On the plus side, my wife just banned her from the house!
Cloud, silver lining etc.
Current mood: ohcrap.
First, I saw this.
Then, I read this.
So now, naturally, I'm watching Elfen Lied.
Which, if it really is supposed to be German for "Elf's Song", should be spelt "Elfen Leid".
It's still pronounced "Lyde" though.
I attempted a triumphant return to the scene of my former glories, and promptly locked myself out again.
*Prays to Khym*
Current mood: irritated.
This house is now clee-an...
Current mood: Serene.
During a discussion in which we were light heartedly impugning each other's relative worth, (And bedroom performances) the following ensued...
Her: I really need three men to satisfy MY needs.
Me: Ha! You can barely walk now as it is.
Her: Nah, I just can't be bothered looking for those three men.
At which point I rolled out of bed laughing.
One point to her.
Current mood: hysterical.
( There is no GodCollapse )
( God is DeadCollapse )
( God is a DJCollapse )
Current mood: Googled out.
Please note I didn't have one of these...
Current mood: Why does google hate me so?.
While I DEFINITELY appreciate not having to pretend we're not shagging, and having a second income (Yay for brand new car), one major downside is the in-laws.
I know it's cliche, and in all honesty, her dad is not so bad. Wait, that's even more cliche. Meh. It's still true. She's nuts, and all this week, she has decended on our house in all her unholy terror.
Inane questions and whiny tantrums are the big issue. It's like sharing a house with a particulalry dense 5 year old. Plus her voice is like a cross between a cockatoo and a high speed drill.
She's been here 5 days already. There's an old saying about houseguests and fish, and how they both start to stink after 3 days. Well, the stench is becoming overwhelming.
I wonder how long it's going to be before I snap and start being honest? I'm already into biting sarcasm.
*Me putting flour into the bread machine*
Mother-in-law walks in.
M.I.L : Are you making bread?
Me: No. I'm conducting unholy rites in an effort to raise the dead.
Surely this can't go on much longer?
At least the wench isn't inhibited by having her parents in the house.
I'm still not quite certain how she managed to handcuff herself to the bed.
Note to self, write something tonight. Two days and I'm already backsliding...