oh boy (more furnace f*ckery)

the fil called here yesterday afternoon.  he just got home from brazil...probably had been home less than 24hrs by that point.

he was really calling here to talk to ch, but i got the phone and ch was glued to the tv.  afterall, it was american thanksgiving, so that means hours upon hours of football where he completely zones out and the only thing he wants to discuss is stats.  endlessly.  he doesnt want phone calls about furnaces.

so the fil and i chatted for a while and then he just said to the mil "want to talk to tracy" and she muffled something and he came back on and said she was siiiiiiiiiick and not feeling well.  honestly, she's always sick.  like, ALWAYS.  and always out for sympathy.  every time she's sick it's a process and i swear there is so much overacting going on that might win either a razzie or an oscar, depending on who is judging.  i was trying to say NO to the fil as he was attempting to hand the phone off to his wife....dont i get a say in who i'm talking to?  oh wait, i've suddenly remembered what family it is i'm dealing with.  the answer is a resounding no.

so we chat and then hang up.  ch calls him back moments later when there is a longer break in the game and i can overhear him talking to his dad about the furnace f*ckery, but it is a conversation i can tell he isnt willing to have.  and it's obvious from what he's saying that he wasnt the one to tell his father.

obviously the sil told them.  so let me get this straight: they've been back in canada less than 24 hrs and already --ALREADY-- they know about our furnace?  really?  is it that exciting that she has to pick up the phone and tattle?  honestly?  it's a fucking furnace.  not only that, as usual she doesnt have the whole story, so then we have to put up with his endless questions.

oh i know, you're probably thinking "but tracy, your fil played the 20 question game with ch already...why wouldnt he just drop it?"  an untrained ear would assume the same thing, but i know the fil: he wont let this one rest.  as a matter of fact, he grilled ch for a solid 15 mins about it yesterday and ch's answers fell into this range:

--"i dont know, dad"
--"i'm not sure what was wrong, dad"
--"like i said already, i dont know, dad"
--and the final one which indicates that this game aint done being played: "you're going to have to ask tracy".

OH GEE THANKS for throwing me under the bus, you jackass.

great...so now i get treated to playing the fil's version of 20 questions.  and even if i quote DIRECTLY off the furnace bill, he will somehow imply that the entire breakdown from start to finish was handled incorrectly and that i should have called him (even tho he was in brazil) or should have handled it better than i did, even tho i did the GROWN UP THING and handled it myself without melting into a pool of 1000 tears the way the sil did when she had water on her basement floor.  just because i dont wither in a crisis doesnt mean i cant handle things.

but nevermind, i will be treated to the endless questions while ch throws me under the bus again and sits there silently waiting for me to answer the fil's onslaught of questions.  i overheard him saying that HE unplugged the humidifier...uhm, not quite, honey.  the furnace repair person did, but thanks for putting that out there. 

fun with families.

ugh.