When it comes to sons-in-law, all you can do is hope they will play nice with the rest of the family. Just because they love your daughter doesn’t mean they will love you as well.
When it comes to sons-in-law, all you can do is hope they will play nice with the rest of the family. Just because they love your daughter doesn’t mean they will love you as well. Even though neither of my “sons” is mushy, they do show me they can at least tolerate this overbearing mother-in-law.
The girls threw me a “surprise” birthday party for the big 5-0. They should have known you can’t hide anything from a mom as nosey as I am, so by the time the day came I already knew what was happening. I couldn’t have asked for a better party, complete with a birthday cake and 50 candles.
To show their “love,” one son made the most delicious chocolate cake I’ve ever tasted and the other gave up a day of hunting so he could be there. As different from one another as my daughters, the “sons” rallied around to show me a good time.
As a newlywed, my daughter is doing all the right things to fit into her husband’s world. She knew when she married him, hunting season was off limits for family functions, and weekends were to be spent at the “shack” to do those outdoor activities most women avoid. I can only imagine what this place looks like, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and brush, without running water.
Since his hunting time was to be cut short because of the party, she asked if she could join him, just this one time, to see what sitting in a blind for hours was all about. He agreed, but I’m sure in the back of his mind he was thinking it had to be a very uneventful and uncomfortable day so she didn’t make a habit of disrupting his guy time.
He probably realized this was going to be trouble when he told her he’d stop by the store and buy her an orange vest and hat, which were required, although she insisted on picking it out herself to make sure it matched her outfit.
The rules for girls in the blind are as follows: no talking, no complaining and under no circumstances do you ever leave the woods for restroom breaks.
At four o’clock in the morning, I’m sure she was having second thoughts about asking to go into the middle of the woods on a cold, damp morning to watch for deer. She was in charge of the binoculars until he noticed she was holding them up to her eyes backward.
Trying to sip coffee from the confines of the orange facemask, she gave herself the giggles and eventually told him she needed a potty break. He pointed to the tree next to them as he continued to watch for “the” buck of the century.
When she came back into the blind and he saw she had missed the mark, and with one arm of her camo outfit soaking wet, he called it quits.
She suggested he go with her to experience shopping on Black Friday, and I thought I heard the cock of his rifle.