Walking Stereotype

I really, really, REALLY hate my mother-in-law. Seriously.

This makes me a walking stereotype, and I blame her for that too. My husband is sick right now, and all she can do is diagnose him as developing pneumonia despite having next to no details, and then hang up on me when I refuse to wake him to talk to her and tell her the voice she is hearing in the background is MY mother.

I am seldom murderous. This is one of those times.

That is all.