We added another social obligation to our calendar today: dinner with Kevin's dad and stepmother on the 23rd. We've been told to pick out a restaurant, as it will be their treat since they still "owe us a dinner" for helping during the fires back in October. I figure we should make it worth it and pick out a restaurant that costs a bunch of money, has difficult parking, and is at least a half an hour away from where they live just to make sure that his dad has plenty to complain about since that seems to be what makes him happiest these days.
The stepmother, on the other hand, will spend the entire night A) questioning me about my weight loss and B) watching every bite I put into my mouth. See, I chose not to tell them about the surgery since A) they are assholes about things like this and B) we hardly ever see them and C) it was none of their damn business. Stepmom is unfortunately super obsessed with weight, so of course when she saw me in October she was all over it. She actually got on the phone with Kevin today specifically to ask if I was still dieting and what size I'm wearing these days. Jesus gay, that woman makes me head want to explode.
So in preparation for this upcoming festive situation, I decided I need a little something to get me through it since I can't count on martinis to help me this year.
Merry Christmas to all, indeed.
The stepmother, on the other hand, will spend the entire night A) questioning me about my weight loss and B) watching every bite I put into my mouth. See, I chose not to tell them about the surgery since A) they are assholes about things like this and B) we hardly ever see them and C) it was none of their damn business. Stepmom is unfortunately super obsessed with weight, so of course when she saw me in October she was all over it. She actually got on the phone with Kevin today specifically to ask if I was still dieting and what size I'm wearing these days. Jesus gay, that woman makes me head want to explode.
So in preparation for this upcoming festive situation, I decided I need a little something to get me through it since I can't count on martinis to help me this year.
St. Anthony, the Patron Saint of Bacon, please grant me the serenity to accept my father-in-law's constant complaining,
the courage to tell his wife to stop asking about my "diet",
and enough restraint to keep from punching both of them in their faces.
Amen.
Merry Christmas to all, indeed.
1 Comments:
My thoughts are with you. Mind if I borrow your prayer, tailoring it a bit for MY family neuroses?
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