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The battle of the kettle
Jun. 15th, 2007 10:17 amI meant to post about my in-laws before, but never got around to it.
This isn't a bitch about them - I actually quite like them, I've always got along with my partner's families, and indeed I make it a policy to do so regardless as it just makes life easier for everyone.
I only really have two problems - they stress the fuck out of my boyfriend, and they're obsessed with stuff I regard as weird. The first one is just something I can help with, and I realise that I'm not a shining example of getting along with my mum. The second is more difficult.
An example of which is that they hate my kettle. Because it looks scuzzy. It works fine, but they really really painfully wish that I'd replace it with a prettier one. The important thing about my kettle to me is that it works, and that I bought it for a fiver 12 years ago and it's soldiered on ever since. It was my first ever kettle, and being a soppy git, that means a lot to me. An ex once told me you can tell a lot about people by how they treat the weak and inanimate. He talked a lot of shit, but that bit's been useful to me.
When they visited at the weekend, they tried to throw my kettle away when I was asleep. Luckily my boyfriend stopped them before they committed such an act of war. And interestingly, they didn't have the guts to bring it up with me directly.
I hate to sound priggish and self-righteous, but they're too obsessed with things and money. And I'm sure they're not underneath all that. So why?
Meh.
This isn't a bitch about them - I actually quite like them, I've always got along with my partner's families, and indeed I make it a policy to do so regardless as it just makes life easier for everyone.
I only really have two problems - they stress the fuck out of my boyfriend, and they're obsessed with stuff I regard as weird. The first one is just something I can help with, and I realise that I'm not a shining example of getting along with my mum. The second is more difficult.
An example of which is that they hate my kettle. Because it looks scuzzy. It works fine, but they really really painfully wish that I'd replace it with a prettier one. The important thing about my kettle to me is that it works, and that I bought it for a fiver 12 years ago and it's soldiered on ever since. It was my first ever kettle, and being a soppy git, that means a lot to me. An ex once told me you can tell a lot about people by how they treat the weak and inanimate. He talked a lot of shit, but that bit's been useful to me.
When they visited at the weekend, they tried to throw my kettle away when I was asleep. Luckily my boyfriend stopped them before they committed such an act of war. And interestingly, they didn't have the guts to bring it up with me directly.
I hate to sound priggish and self-righteous, but they're too obsessed with things and money. And I'm sure they're not underneath all that. So why?
Meh.
