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There is an interesting combination of deafness and inappropriateness in my family on my husband’s side. I did not meet my father-in-law until the day before we got married. He came for the wedding and didn’t leave for TEN WEEKS. Um, hello, we are newly weds, we weren’t really anticipating a room mate, but my new husband wouldn’t kick him out and I was not about to start off my marriage by doing so.
Fast forward a decade or so. FIL has lived with us many times when working was a little much for him to handle. My husband has since suffered a significant hearing loss and grandpa is telling the grandkids about all the times he’s lived with us. Like when we were newlyweds and were “horrible hosts” and “always having sex”. Everyone at the table who was not my husband, (deaf) or my FIL (inappropriate) had a horrified look on their face which prompted my husband to ask, “what are you all talking about” so the story was told, this time much louder. I don’t know if my husband didn’t hear, didn’t understand, or didn’t trust that his ears had heard those words coming from his father in front of the grandkids but he asked “what?” and the story was told once again, this time shouting….
“I WAS JUST TELLING YOUR NINE YEAR OLD HOW I WAS WITNESS TO HIS CONCEPTION ONE OF THE TIMES I LIVED WITH YOU, WELL I’M ASSUMING IT WAS HIS CONCEPTION, IT CERTAINLY SOUNDED LIKE ONE”
ps I’m telling people about you on Twitter which is too complicated for the extended family.
I was asked to watch my neighbor’s dog a few years ago – He asked me about 2 weeks before and never reminded me… so I forgot. I was supposed to start Friday night but didn’t remember until Saturday afternoon. Oops. That poor dog was alone with no food for more than 24 hours.
When I finally remembered the poor thing, I went into his house and saw that the cats had made a mess of the little box… there was stuff everywhere! I fed the dog, let him out (thankfully there were no accidents) and everything was fine.
Later that day, I called my neighbor and told him that the cats must be mad that he was gone because they made a mess. He said “No, that was probably Sunny (the dog). He eats the cat’s poop when he gets hungry.”
I. felt. AWFUL!!!!
I am DYING to blog about my kids bed wetting, but dont dare because then it would be forever out there that he wet the bed… and I would never want to do anything to hurt him. But I could really use some feedback on what to do!! So! UNblogging about is my only option right now! :)
When I was about 16 (which was a long long time ago) I went to a family function and decided to have a drink or two (maybe three or four) my sister decided she would help me out and have me stay at her house so Mom and Dad wouldn’t know the shape I was in. She let me sleep in her bed and some time during the night I got up to pee – I was at the end of her bed (squatting) and all of a sudden she woke up and asked me what the heck was I doing? I got up, went in to the bathroom, wiped myself and went back to bed. Well, at least I had the decency to wipe. She has never let me forget that one.
Hmmm… So most of my unbloggables aren’t exactly “hysterical” but more cynical. So, as a happy medium, this is just a little of both – at least to me.
I’m selling a phone on ebay, because I hate it and want a different phone. It is, however, barely 2 months old and I made a big stink about how wonderful it was when I bought it. My husband, Mr. Negative, thinks that the phone is fine and swore to me that I would get $20 for it on ebay – not enough to buy anything.
It is unbloggable/facebookable/twitterable for me to publish that Mr. Negative told me, point blank, that I would get no more than $20 for my phone, and that it drives me crazy when he makes up facts and thinks he knows stuff that he doesn’t.
It is equally unpublishable for me to say that as of right now, the last bid was $105 and there is still 18 hours or so to go.
I’m totally too mature for public displays of “Told ya so’s”… but super secret anonymous ones make me happy :)
Ok, so not hysterical, but still unbloggable.
I actually had this post up and ready to reply yesterday and then got distracted. I actually have one that happened yesterday. It’s unbloggable because if I put it on the blog, my husband will make sure it’s the end of my blog… and my life!
James was searching for something on the laptop yesterday afternoon and decided he needed to use the bathroom. #2… to he took the laptop with him. I was sooo tempted to take a picture!!
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My sister’s husband is a Dr and so they have a really nice house with a big deck and beautiful view. They were nice enough to host my wedding many years ago on this deck. Well my sister is a very free spirit and decided to have a few puffs off a funny cigarette before the people started to arrive. Since this plant tends to cloud your memory she forgot to put it away and just set it on the brick mantle in the living room. Well after the entire service and reception was over and most everyone went home it was discovered by her husband and he almost died. We had over 300 people there including friends of his from the community. We still laugh about it today.