HI Ya'll!
Okay story as promised.......
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Warning this post is long and might be considered a vent, feel free to skip! LOL</b>
Yesterday the DH and I decided we needed some new furniture for our den. (Background......Dh runs a car dealership won't shop till he is ready to buy because he doesn't like tire kickers, secondly he doesn't like the 100% mark up on furniture and last but not least he doesn't like going because it's too much like going to work for him, last thing he wants to do on a Sunday.)
This time is different though because we really needed to just go on a fact finding mission ie:
What kinds of choices
How much do said choices cost
And will these choices fit in the afore mentioned den
Knowing the background of the DH and knowing that it had been 9 years since we had purchased furniture this was not going to be a fun evet. Thuth be told I'm an antique collector and I'm not too keen on "new furniture" either but understand for the heavy use pieces it's the most practical. SOOOOOOOOOO, I gritted my teeth grabbed a diet coke with lime (my fave) and out the door we went. The whole experience as a whole wasn't bad but wouldn't say great either. We accomplished our goals and gathered the info we needed.
THEN the IL's struck.......they invited us for home made ice cream...sounds harmless enough but ahnoooooo.
A) dh accepted with out asking me, something I don't like given our previous history
B)ds was very well behaved all day from store to store but was at the end of his rope
C) When we got there we learned they had invited my parents, also without asking me.
All of this cooked up for a fun night at the IL's .(more background.....IL's are extremely jealous of the relationship my ds has with my parents in particular how close my son is to my dad, also the last time we had gotten together on father's day, FIL insulted my dad) ok up to speed ......we are all on the back porch having the ice cream and a yummy cherry sponge cake (the MIL can cook, where the DH gets it) all seems to be going fine until talk of furniture comes into play.
The DH and I are debating between leather and chenille and the fil says you just need to get ya'lll some micro-fiber and be done with it. Well I go on high alert for two reasons, firstly because (and no offense to anyone who has and loves micro-fiber) it's just not something the Dh and I care for. Secondly, I am aware the brand new couches in their den are m-f, the DH is not.
I give Dh the look, you know the one the DON"T SAY IT !!!! look but he decided to give me the WHAT ARE YOU GIVING ME THAT LOOK FOR LOOK!! as he proceeded to say what I didn't want him to say.
Yep that's right he said he didn't like micro-fiber...that's when things got ugly....Fil started in on DH about how he thinks he's too good for it and how it was beneath us etc etc. He starts telling his wife (like we aren't there) that we are going to spend a whole lot of money and we don't want that cheap stuff and on and on and on. (note* I do not think it's cheap it's just not tradional enough to go with our antiques)
Ok, so that settled down because DH still hasn't figured out the couches in the IL's den are m-f. In the mean time the MIL finds a locus shell and places it on my DS shoulder. I've mentioned he's worn slick and he's just been sugared up and he's at the age where he tries not to cry or show fear. Being his mother I knew this bug skin caught him off guard and scared him which is why he went inside to sulk. I went in to see what was wrong and he told me he didn't feel well and just wanted to be alone. I sat with him and we talked about it and he was fine. This prompted everyone to follow us which at times like these I feel bad for G that he's the only child, all the grandparents just swarm around him. I was like just give him some space and he'll be ok.
(dang this is long lol)
So things settle down again and I'm thinking we are out of the woods and low and behold if MY dad doesn't realize and say that indeed the couch he's sitting on is MICRO-FIBER. I could have died!! I thought that mess was finally over and then I saw the wheel click in the DH's head and here we go again. He starts in on his dad and then his dad back on him and then I've had enough. I politely thank everyone for everything but it's time for us to go, and so we did. This was the ONE time in my life I was glad the IL's live 2 streets over.
THE END! LOL
Have to run to church for a meeting I'll do a proper catch up when I get home, sorry if it's confusing not time to edit
PS MP- I got mail!
Don't worry....I will send you a PM!
no good can come of this..........
wave2: Lou!)
I wish our animal rescue were open because I would take him there. THe only one open is for pets right now 
