Saturday, March 13, 2010

Hate to Admit This

I'm part of the problem. Yes, my FIL is an old-school, somewhat misogynistic ass, but I don't act like me when he's here. I get tense. I get nervous. I develop some debilitating form of verbal diarrhea and just can't stop talking. Which begs the question: Is there a form of verbal diarrhea that isn't debilitating? Clearly, that's a completely separate discussion.

So when you add up that I'm nervous, tense, and can't stop talking, no wonder he thinks I'm an evil wench. I hate admitting that I'm part of the problem. And I'll never admit it if I do something that ends up in the papers. Just sayin.'

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