I believe it's a Critical Mother-in-Law scenario. In any event, aggressive-passive people do not get invitations from me.
Oh my your correct it is the MIL. Thanks for saving me from further senile replies . I'm still not over the comment hubby made in WalMart when there to pick up garden material's. I yo8ung woman was at cash register teaching her young daughter how to count change while we stood in line., as the line grew so did people's patience especially mine since I also had to pee. I ask her to take the kid outside for the lesson and she got all mad. Called me trailer trash! Hubby said " how does she know we live in a trailer" right in front of her. anger transfered from her to him. I knew we weren't dressed for theatre but since we were working in garden but didn't think we looked that bad. Lets just say he had a bad trip home. We first moved here in 98 we lived in trailer till we could build the house.
This looks like a good place to tell my fish tale. Told by my Sweet Thang..... One time me ‘n my cousin Lee Roy and his brother Billy Bob were down on the Alligator River tryin’ to catch a few big ‘uns. Well, we messed around for a while catchin’ 10 to 12 pounders. “Well, boys,” I says, “Now I’m goin’ to show y’all how it’s done.” I reached in my tackle box and pulled out a cripple minnow. Now, I got three sizes in there. I got a little bitty one that I let my Sweet Thang use when she goes fishin’ with me. I got a middle size one to use when I’m just messin’ round. Then I got one that I use when I mean business. It’s about 10 inches long, red and silver. That’s the one I brought out. Ol’ Lee Roy laughed and said, “Man, you ain’t gon’ catch nothin’ on that thing unless you knock him in the head with it.” “I ain’t never caught nothin on mine.” “You just don’t know how to work it,” I told him. I put it on and cast it over close to the bank. I jiggled it a couple of times. Nothin’. I done that a few times and then I seen that we were drifting by a bush hanging out over the water. “OK, boys,” I says, “That’s where he’s a laying”. I cast waaay up under that bush and something grabbed it. I mean he walloped it! “Grab the net, Lee Roy, he’s the biggest ‘un anybody ever caught.” Lee Roy, he grabbed the net and got ready. Then the battle began. I’d reel that fish in a few inches and he’d pull it back out a few. This went on for three hours. Then I seen that he was getting tired. He stopped puling so I thought; “He’s resting so I’ll take me a rest, too.” ’Bout time I done that, he took off up the river. He was pulling the boat behind him so fast, it was leaving a wake. “Help me, boys,” I hollered. Ol’ Billy Bob cranked the motor up and put it in reverse. After a while, it slowed us down enough so I could reel in the line a little at a time. Well, sir, this kept up the rest of the day and all night. “Bout dinner time the next day, I had him up close to the boat. He give a big jump and landed right in the boat. That bass must have weighed 25 pounds! He started flopping around knocked Billy Bob off his feet. He was lying at the back of the boat. He knocked Lee Roy off his feet. He was lying at the front of the boat. Me? Where was I lying? I was lying all the time!