I had lunch with the MIL the other day…she is, officially, a “lady who lunches” and thinks I have all sorts of time to jsut sit around at chat at noon on a Tuesday….umm, I have a job, so not so much. Often, I can avoid her, but I do have to give in every once in a while to keep the peace.
She’s late….Im slightly annoyed by that…but whatever….and as she walks in I stand up to greet her. She says “WOW, you look REALLY pregnant” which is basically her way of saying WOW you look HUGE! I am slightly impressed though that she inserted some sort of filter in between her brain and her mouth and the word huge didn’t actually leave her lips. But, ummm HELLO…..Im like 32 weeks pregnant…that’s kind of the point…I should Look REALLY pregnant at this stage!!!
We eat lunch…she talks…alot…mostly about money, which makes me sooo uncomfortable. At one point, I even say., “What you do with your money is your business….we didnt really talk about money in my family growing up….money or politics…those are kind of private” But she didnt get the hint and just continued to blab about dinero. Two hours later, I returned to work…time served!
