Dinner with the Munsters

so dinner, remarkably, went well.  i got a few hot seat questions, but i was kind of in a cavalier mood, so i could take them on without too much duress.

there was a proclimation by the sil that she goes to the same hairdresser that her brother goes to.  oh good for you.  she's tried for quite a while now to get the number of my stylist, but i wont budge.  i know how she is and i wont subject her to my friend.  not only that, i refuse to listen to the complaints that would somehow manifest themselves as allllllllll myyyyyyyyyyyy faulttttttttttt should something not go according to her rules that change by the minute.  i dont need to hear it.  in the past, anything i've endorsed or liked has been countered with her declaring how much she haaaaaaaaaaaaaates it, so i really do all i can to avoid hearing that predictable bullshit.

what really galled me was that my honey bunches, my soul mate, the love and light of my life decided to take the bows for the renos.  now that really pissed me off...not only did he do nothing, he sat on the couch while my sister and i did things together and didnt budge a damned inch until we were struggling with the desk down the stairs.  while we were upstairs cunting, grunting, and munting trying to figure out how to disassemble that nightmare, he was sitting comfortably under a blanket drinking one beer of 12 that day and watching the NFL.  if anything, he'd turn the tv louder when we'd get too loud with our laughter or cussing.  help, my ass.

my fil asked him how he possibly got the desk unassembled and in the garbage and he started to answer as if he himself had done everything...i had to interrupt, it was too much for me.  i talked over him, something i rarely do in his parents' presence, and set the record straight.  he's the last person who can take my thunder, dammit.  even at one point he said "oh we just pulled up the carpet and underlay and then tracy painted in there", implying that my painting job was the only piddly contribution.  FFS!!!  he did jack shit...from the disassembly of the baseboards and carpet and underlay, to the dismantling of the huge hulking monstrosity that was the desk.  hell, he wasnt even around when i freaking well humped ALL the furniture out into the spare room while the renos were taking place or moved it back in here.  he didnt even so much as lift a finger to get the awkward poker table up here and back down into the garage that i was using for a desk!  but there he sat as if he himself did all the renos...

i think his parents really think he's a prince and some kind of chivalrous hero.  oh they dont even know the half of it.