I took the boys to the holiday picnic at their grandma's (the estranged one's mom) house yesterday. Since it was very hot, and she has a pool, I decided to stick around for a while. It wasn't a very long while, though. Those people are a bunch of FREAKS! It's a scary thing to say, but I think that my husband is the closest one to normal in the whole bunch! I began having thoughts of murder about fifteen minutes after arriving. An hour after arriving, I left. I figured that killing my brother-in-law's little baby bimbo (he's 38, she's 20) would spoil everyone's fun, except maybe for mine.
Why did I harbor thoughts of killing the little tramp? It had something to do with the fact that she was torturing her newly purchased puppy. She was setting off firecrackers, tossing them almost directly at him. The poor pooch was terrified. The brainless little tart couldn't understand why he kept running away and hiding...
I have come to the conclusion that there are only two of my in-laws that I can tolerate...
