Take my Mother-in-law...There's a reason there are so many bad jokes about mothers-in-law. You don't choose them, they just come along as emotional baggage with your object of affection. I'm lucky, my m-i-l is lovely*, but don't let that put you off telling us how mad your in-laws really are.
*No, really
(
chthonic, Thu 8 Sep 2005, 9:48)
« Go Back
Not mother-in-law yet...... but my girlfriend's mum. We get on ok, but the first time I went round to pick my gf up from their house, I parked in the (rather steep) road. My gf and her mum were in the garden, and walked over to the gate where I'd parked my (admittedly rather scruffy) old Volvo. As I shut the door, the handbrake cable let go with a cartoony TWAAAANNGGG! Leapt back in, foot on brake, into gear, really *hope* no-one else realises what had happened. Of course she was convinced it was dangerous because it was quite old, I mean it's not like Volvos have a reputation for safety or anything...
Week later, gf and I in my car, gf's parents in their car, following them to the cinema (we were going off to different things after). In two miles of quiet suburbs, gf's mum manages to lose me by heading through a quiet "Conservation Village" at over 70mph (area now has 6" high speedbumps and a 15mph limit throughout, not sure if it's connected with this incident).
To put the tin hat on it, some weeks after I got rid of the "dangerous" Volvo, her mum's car failed its MOT and needed a fortune spent to basically reattach the back axle, which was hanging on by two bolts and the brake pipes.
She's mental, but lovely really.
(, Mon 12 Sep 2005, 14:50, Reply)
« Go Back