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<blockquote data-quote="Star*" data-source="post: 393262" data-attributes="member: 4964"><p>Okay so I guess if I had to (and I have had to oh girl believe me have I had to) put up with a husband like this and a geriatriac wonder aunt (insert over-bearing, satyr, queen of the martyrs xMIL now passed away) for the holidays let me think back to the nightmare that was my former life aka marriage for 13 years.....(blows dust off of brain) exhale loudly and rolls eyes......oh yes what was my FINAL retort at the LAST SUPPER???? Because only HEAVEN and my Mother in LAW KNEW that SHE was the QUEEN of CHRISTMAS LASAGNAE...and there was ABSOLUTELY NO WAY that her 900 sf home would be sans one son, one grandson, and one unwelcomed sarcastic yet closed mouth daughter in law - the only helpful one in the bunch who was wrangled into ALL the cleaning, ALL the chores, ALL the baby-sitting while everyone else went to the bar for a Christmas toddy.......so FINALLY after years of trying to "bow out ever so politely" only to cause frustration and arguments which ended poorly for me with black eyes, not to mention HER continual insults and overbearing retorts of my absurd inability to cook for my own family - - I turned to the Wicked Witch of the South one Winter evening in front of the whole entire clan and without missing a beat and with a Southern draw and smile on my face as cool as I could I said -</p><p> </p><p> "Well OF COURSE we'll be there on Christmas Day. I've gotten so used to the acidic taste of your phoney jarred Italian sauce in that undigestible playdough you call lasagnae that I can hardly imagine what a Christmas Morning tradition would be without gagging down a plate full and trying to keep a smile on my face." </p><p> </p><p>needless to say - I never spent another Christmas in her house. Years later she wouldn't either - her own children would run her over with her own vehicle then tell the police SHE did it herself. Happened just before Christmas too - makes you wonder if someone elses wife had it with the lasagnae.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Star*, post: 393262, member: 4964"] Okay so I guess if I had to (and I have had to oh girl believe me have I had to) put up with a husband like this and a geriatriac wonder aunt (insert over-bearing, satyr, queen of the martyrs xMIL now passed away) for the holidays let me think back to the nightmare that was my former life aka marriage for 13 years.....(blows dust off of brain) exhale loudly and rolls eyes......oh yes what was my FINAL retort at the LAST SUPPER???? Because only HEAVEN and my Mother in LAW KNEW that SHE was the QUEEN of CHRISTMAS LASAGNAE...and there was ABSOLUTELY NO WAY that her 900 sf home would be sans one son, one grandson, and one unwelcomed sarcastic yet closed mouth daughter in law - the only helpful one in the bunch who was wrangled into ALL the cleaning, ALL the chores, ALL the baby-sitting while everyone else went to the bar for a Christmas toddy.......so FINALLY after years of trying to "bow out ever so politely" only to cause frustration and arguments which ended poorly for me with black eyes, not to mention HER continual insults and overbearing retorts of my absurd inability to cook for my own family - - I turned to the Wicked Witch of the South one Winter evening in front of the whole entire clan and without missing a beat and with a Southern draw and smile on my face as cool as I could I said - "Well OF COURSE we'll be there on Christmas Day. I've gotten so used to the acidic taste of your phoney jarred Italian sauce in that undigestible playdough you call lasagnae that I can hardly imagine what a Christmas Morning tradition would be without gagging down a plate full and trying to keep a smile on my face." needless to say - I never spent another Christmas in her house. Years later she wouldn't either - her own children would run her over with her own vehicle then tell the police SHE did it herself. Happened just before Christmas too - makes you wonder if someone elses wife had it with the lasagnae. [/QUOTE]
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