When I met the parents
When my g/f first met my parents for lunch, my Dad leant over and ate food off her plate. My mother was mortified, I was a bit confused, she thought it was wonderfull and that she'd been accepted.
We at B3ta are sure you've had worse than this though... tell us all about it.
( , Thu 19 May 2005, 13:27)
When my g/f first met my parents for lunch, my Dad leant over and ate food off her plate. My mother was mortified, I was a bit confused, she thought it was wonderfull and that she'd been accepted.
We at B3ta are sure you've had worse than this though... tell us all about it.
( , Thu 19 May 2005, 13:27)
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the damn chairs
Well, I had a problematic relationship with the chairs of my former parents-in-law. One of the first times I came there I sat at the kitchen table and they had these chairs with one weak point in them. You can guess it, the chair I sat on cracked which lead to many jokes about my weight. Hmm, no fun.
But the 'dad' fixed them by putting a lead pipe in the broken leg. Some time later I came over again. I sat down quite carefully, but I still really had no idea. It went fine for a while, until wanted to sit in a different position, moved my ass and...CRACK. Second chair with a lead pipe in the leg.
Hmm, okay, so I went allright for a while. Until I broke another leg of a chair which already had a lead pipe in one the legs. *sigh* I really couldn't sit at the table anymore, so I tried sitting at the bar. Kept that up some time. Until the weather got better. And we sat outside...and I went through the damn outside chair as well. Well, the relationship is over now and I blame the damn chairs.
( , Fri 20 May 2005, 23:40, Reply)
Well, I had a problematic relationship with the chairs of my former parents-in-law. One of the first times I came there I sat at the kitchen table and they had these chairs with one weak point in them. You can guess it, the chair I sat on cracked which lead to many jokes about my weight. Hmm, no fun.
But the 'dad' fixed them by putting a lead pipe in the broken leg. Some time later I came over again. I sat down quite carefully, but I still really had no idea. It went fine for a while, until wanted to sit in a different position, moved my ass and...CRACK. Second chair with a lead pipe in the leg.
Hmm, okay, so I went allright for a while. Until I broke another leg of a chair which already had a lead pipe in one the legs. *sigh* I really couldn't sit at the table anymore, so I tried sitting at the bar. Kept that up some time. Until the weather got better. And we sat outside...and I went through the damn outside chair as well. Well, the relationship is over now and I blame the damn chairs.
( , Fri 20 May 2005, 23:40, Reply)
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