Monday, March 30, 2009.....
Why do people say this? Do they feel if they do, it gives permission to aimlessly ramble for 20 to 40 minutes more on a conversation?
Yesterday, my brother-in-law was in town from Texas and came over for dinner. I've tried to keep an open mind about him, but he has many strikes against him....Let's see....he's stolen a lot of money from my hubby; asks many favors of him when in town because he's a freeloader and when asked by hubby to shave his beard for our wedding and his brother doesn't, well that's my last straw.
Seriously, my hubby asks very little of people. His only request to TX brother was to shave his beard for our wedding because he looked beyond horrible but TX brother. I have immediately renamed him ASS. Oh wait, I think he got the new name when he couldn't congratulate either one of us before, during or after the wedding and the next morning called hubby to have him drive 50 miles to do him a favor. GET A LIFE.
Yesterday we had ASS over and hubby cooked and cleaned the dishes. Initially, I thought how sweet, but as the day wore into the evening, I realized he wasn't being sweet, but taking cover....retreating....running for dear life. Damn, why I hadn't done that???
He left me with a conspiracy-theory-rambling-story-telling-bigot from TX. Every story included the phrase "to make a long story short". Oh. My. God. I would look at my hubby hoping he could read my death stares as signals for "Save Me...Save Me Please". Unfortunately, hubby doesn't have this special talent (note: men, if you have this talent, treasure it, it is extremely valuable).
The stories became mind numbing to me, but I pride myself on being a decent listener ....until last night.
After dinner, he was telling a story (aka rambling) and I thought he was done at the second commercial break (trust me, the tv being on was ABSOLUTELY necessary), but no. After the 4th break, I realized he was on the same story. I swear I thought it was a new one. I sat there pretending to listen, but I was drowned out by the little voice in my head saying "shit, shit, shit, how did this story start again?"
Before he left, I learned he's had a girlfriend for the past 15 years. Her and her two daughters live with him in TX. When I asked my hubby why he didn't invite her to our wedding he told me he never wanted to meet that skank. I know there is a story there, but not going to push it. When he's ready, he'll tell me.
On a really positive note: My UCONN is in the FINAL FOUR! Woo Hoo!