I Don't Make other In Law Jokes
I just don't. They aren't funny.
But let me tell you why.
My first two were so possessed by the Spirit of Pure and Unrepentanat Evil (both abused their sons, in multiple, hideous {and completely different} ways) that to joke is to imply that they're both, somehow, normal or acceptable.
But that's not the whole of it, see, because Mel Brooks has tried valiantly to teach us that when you mock and jeer and even laugh at Pure and Unrepentant Evil, you triumph over it.
So, why aren't these jokes funny? Lemme tell ya aboutmy Mother in law:
She is the rockinest, most phenomenal, bodacious babe-in-law EVAH! Her fantasticness resume is too lengthy to recoup here, but I can say that she's added to it recently.
She had to replace her cell phone. So she also replaced mine with one that would be more comfortable for me to use. She didn't have to do that. I think she spent as much (if not more) time on the phone asking my beauteous wife what my needs are and how to meet them.
I'm so totally bowled over.
Post vacation addendum: Not satisfied with the results of her queries to (and answers from) the shop drone, mum acquired the locale of the T-mobile shop near (like across the highway/street) our hotel in MA. There we went, pre-check-in, so that I could see, touch, and hold 'em. you know, walking through the whole manual dexterity tango.
I am now the pleasantly surprised caretker of a pretty, pink Razr (with the wallpaper of my choice) that plays "(Don't Fear The) Reaper" when she rings.
Oh, and how many mom-in-laws can participate in conversations about tattoos, ghosts, channelling, curses, homeschooling, and food allergies (among other things) without batting an eye?
Yeah. She rocks.
But let me tell you why.
My first two were so possessed by the Spirit of Pure and Unrepentanat Evil (both abused their sons, in multiple, hideous {and completely different} ways) that to joke is to imply that they're both, somehow, normal or acceptable.
But that's not the whole of it, see, because Mel Brooks has tried valiantly to teach us that when you mock and jeer and even laugh at Pure and Unrepentant Evil, you triumph over it.
So, why aren't these jokes funny? Lemme tell ya aboutmy Mother in law:
She is the rockinest, most phenomenal, bodacious babe-in-law EVAH! Her fantasticness resume is too lengthy to recoup here, but I can say that she's added to it recently.
She had to replace her cell phone. So she also replaced mine with one that would be more comfortable for me to use. She didn't have to do that. I think she spent as much (if not more) time on the phone asking my beauteous wife what my needs are and how to meet them.
I'm so totally bowled over.
Post vacation addendum: Not satisfied with the results of her queries to (and answers from) the shop drone, mum acquired the locale of the T-mobile shop near (like across the highway/street) our hotel in MA. There we went, pre-check-in, so that I could see, touch, and hold 'em. you know, walking through the whole manual dexterity tango.
I am now the pleasantly surprised caretker of a pretty, pink Razr (with the wallpaper of my choice) that plays "(Don't Fear The) Reaper" when she rings.
Oh, and how many mom-in-laws can participate in conversations about tattoos, ghosts, channelling, curses, homeschooling, and food allergies (among other things) without batting an eye?
Yeah. She rocks.