tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post2104562338633648622..comments2023-10-02T12:05:12.906-04:00Comments on Gwen Alison Wonderland: The Burning BagelGwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11098013076632075762noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-38550628164528104512010-03-09T10:41:30.101-05:002010-03-09T10:41:30.101-05:00I want to come over and hold babies. After she le...I want to come over and hold babies. After she leaves. I'll bring bagels.Nutmeghttp://www.simplynutmeg.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-61402431592641315512010-03-08T20:23:13.779-05:002010-03-08T20:23:13.779-05:00I'm trying to feel empathetic, but mostly I...I'm trying to feel empathetic, but mostly I'm just laughing my ass off.well read hostesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10373728970677604076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-52815014245618174412010-03-08T17:16:30.744-05:002010-03-08T17:16:30.744-05:00I think the Nancy Kerrigan thing is a sign that yo...I think the Nancy Kerrigan thing is a sign that you should have paid attention to. This woman, helpful though she might be, is not based in the same reality as the rest of us. In her beautiful pink-skied world, apparently, it is alternatively 1992 and 1932. Nancy Kerrigan has just won the gold, Tonya Harding is being punished for burning a bagel, and the Joads have just left Oklahoma in their truck, headed to pick fruit in California.<br /><br />She sounds too much like my grandmother, who I eventually learned not to argue with. Although it irked me no end when she would insist something completely ignorant, going off on an antisemitic rant of some kind or another, or berating me for throwing out a plastic margarine container, I soon learned that a well-timed, superior sounding "Really?" (with raised eyebrows, as if to say silently after the 'really' 'you ignorant dried up husk of a moron') made me feel much much better.<br /><br />As for the generic ketchup (important point -- if it says "catsup" on the label, it is liquid evil!), I think my approach might have been to calmly ask where the ketchup is. When she handed me the 'catsup' I would laugh, and say 'I'm sorry. I asked for ketchup. Not spaghetti sauce.' and leave her to work that one out in her head for a while.<br /><br />(Do you figure that there's a reason my Mother in Law only visits once every five years or so?)Posol'stvo the Medvedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00573435137467134333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-37999486475527511552010-03-07T23:36:23.421-05:002010-03-07T23:36:23.421-05:00The MILs are there for the purpose of helping you ...The MILs are there for the purpose of helping you turn your rage away from your husband. She is always more fun to direct the invisible eye darts at than the man you count on to tell you when to up the meds.formerly funhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04915882376165190052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-13373760077048258592010-03-05T01:41:51.011-05:002010-03-05T01:41:51.011-05:00Beds have sides. Get of the good one, you bitch.
...Beds have sides. Get of the good one, you bitch.<br /><br />(Kidding, of course, I miss you.)Rassleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12370070146085209687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-46554718449699523752010-03-04T15:26:58.416-05:002010-03-04T15:26:58.416-05:00Wow. She sounds like a piece of work. My MIL drive...Wow. She sounds like a piece of work. My MIL drives me batshit crazy, but this is leaps and bounds wonkier. At least she's good with the diapers. Keep repeating that to yourself.<br /><br />And, if you need some fiction to read, try Dorothy Sayers "Strong Poison".Magpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15460136246441367993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-37290536801604750462010-03-04T13:23:49.058-05:002010-03-04T13:23:49.058-05:00Damn. I should have used that excuse when I was al...Damn. I should have used that excuse when I was all PPD. Catsup instead of Ketchup? Shit, I got Miracle Whip instead of Mayo. THAT AIN'T COOL.Domestic Goddesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05034924702019610611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-41689348595368107182010-03-04T08:17:14.735-05:002010-03-04T08:17:14.735-05:00I would have killed her and pinned it on the 4 yea...I would have killed her and pinned it on the 4 year old by now.<br /><br />You are a better woman than I.Cristinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06278630444931205359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-16159768512430391352010-03-03T19:17:46.379-05:002010-03-03T19:17:46.379-05:00post-partum depression means never having to say y...<i>post-partum depression means never having to say you're sorry for stabbing someone in the face for buying the wrong condiment</i><br /><br />This HAS to be the new tagline for this blog. It HAS to.<br /><br />I feel your pain about MILs... but think of it this way, at least she's:<br />a) willing to do night duty with you<br />b) not charging you for her time<br />like <b>someone's</b> MIL would.SciFi Dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10479890087443823197noreply@blogger.com