Yeah there have been some interesting times, I just sit back and laugh. And nah grandpa isn't hitting anything for the rest of his days.
my FIL is the most normal guy you could ever meet, hell of a cook tho and its fun to bag on the women with him. he gets me
My FIL has been bitching for a year about all the things my wife left in his garage that is taking up space, and he insisted we come get it because he needed the space before winter came. Yesterday we just decided to go get it to end the conversation. It was 3 pairs of shoes, a coat, and a shoebox containing 7 cassette tapes. I hate that fucking guy
yes this is the new FIL thread and I want everyone to post their great stories too. I'll probably have more to add as time goes on
A few years ago, my father in law was so proud of his Christmas display, that he and my mother in law took pictures of their yard and put it on their Christmas card. Their neighborhood has a best Christmas lights vote each year and they won. Winning that vote was all he talked about. At Christmas, my wife's uncle (his brother in law) asked me when my father in law would be out of the house. I told him that we were going out to dinner in two nights. At that point, my wife's uncle starts raving about his own Christmas display, telling both of my in laws that his display is better than theirs. My wife's uncle has a New Years party every year, so he told them to attend his party and see for themselves. My father in law was actually very pissed about this guy stealing his thunder and claiming that his own display was better. When my wife and I took her parents out to dinner, my wife's uncle went to my in laws house and stole all of their Christmas decorations, Grinch-style. They filed a police report. They were livid. On New Years Eve, my wife's uncle had the entire Christmas display set up in his own yard. He used the Christmas card to set up the display so it looked exactly the way my in laws had their own yard set up. . . . then my father in law pulled into his driveway and he asked him what he thought of the display.
His backyard is over flowing with huge elephant ear leave plants. About once a month I come home from work and he has delivered 4-5 in the backyard. I love the free landscaping but sometimes it creates extra work for me on the weekends I wasnt planning on doing.
He's retired, so obsessing about the he quality of his front lawn and his Christmas display are top priorities.
the guy who lives across the street from me is this person he's been riding my jock about my lawn since I bought the house (may 4) and moved in (june 4). dog. I'm renovating. I keep it cut. it ain't gonna be deluxe while that's going on because I have a fucking job
Yeah Im going to judge the fuck out of people who care about their Christmas display, sorry not sorry.
You better make up for that shitty lawn this Summer by having an awesome Christmas display this December.
better than them just driving around all of the time, taking up the good spots at the store and generally smelling like moth balls. im going to be that guy in the neighborhood when im older i can already tell. also stop hating christmas ya jews
also my yard isn't shitty; it's pedestrian. I'll take care of it when I'm not hustling my white ass all over my keep trying to get shit deluxe.
My fiance's dad is cool as fuck. He is a 74 year old semi-retired engineer (still works as a "consultant"). He says what he wants, even though it pisses his wife off, and he just looks at me and silently giggles when she yells at him. For example, they are pretty old-school catholics, so when we have family meals there at the holidays, we all join hands and he says grace. At Christmas dinner this year, after saying the normal thanks for the food, health blah blah blah, he goes "And I would also like to pray for the Obamas, so that they can be guided in starting to move our country in the right direction". He said it in the most serious tone too. As soon as I heard "Obamas" I looked up at her sister's husband and we both started snortling. His wife goes "EARL! *SIGH"" Cool story, bro... guess you had to be there
My FIL is the absent minded professor IRL. He was the senior research associate at the Mayo Clinic's immunology research lab when he retired a few months ago. He has patents on multiple cancer drugs/cures that have yet to be manufactured. Some of the things he's done: -Forgot where he lived. He didn't actually forget, he just wasn't paying attention and drove right past his house. He's done this numerous times. -Tried arguing that he's not bald because he still has a little hair above his ears. He also drives 55 on the freeway, but he'll go 2 hours out of the way just to avoid going on the freeway. He's the guy who drives 50 on 2 lane highways and pisses everyone off. It's not as good as clandestinely subscribing to a magazine after cancelling your subscription or banging your dad's old side piece, but it's all I got.
My in-laws are great and my father-in-law is about as nice of a person as you’ll meet. He refuses to be negative, no matter the situation, which is both laudable and infuriating at once. I’m not sure if it’s his upbringing or his Midwestern values, but the man simply can’t talk about the negatives in life, even when they’re hitting close to home. A few years back, my sister-in-law was dealing with some serious depression coupled with some nasty alcoholism. My wife wanted me to talk to him about it, just so he could be fully aware of the gravity of the situation. We were working for a couple days on my yard, and I figured it was as appropriate as a time to bring it up as any. Me: Have you talked to Jill recently? Him: Yeah, she sounds great and is really turning things around. Me: You know she checked herself into rehab and was nearly Baker acted, right? Him: Sure is hot. -End Scene-