Don't get me wrong, I love my SIL to death, but she's just too perfect. I always feel incompetent around her. She has 9 perfect children all with red hair and freckles, all are so well behaved. My children call them the children from Bizarro World because they are just so plastic, nothing goes wrong when we're around them. I don't envy my SIL in the least, I know having 9 children has to be trying sometimes, well probably most of the time, but we never see those times. She has dubbed her kids the "Divine Nine." Being a big Elder Scrolls fan I have to wonder which of her perfect children is Akatosh, or Mara?
She bakes her own breads and sells them, all with things like spelt and chia sprouts. Chia should only grow on those terracotta heads, not be stuffed in my bread! I thought spelt was a fish! Nothing isn't whole grain and nothing has sugars of any kind. Anyway, I'm celebrating having my dishes done for a couple of days, when I get to thinking that never once have I seen any dirty dish in her house that wasn't neatly stacked waiting to go into the dish washer, even then they are clean!
Whenever I do something that annoys my husband, I'm either told how much he wishes I'd be like his sister or mother, or less like my mother or grandmother. Why can't I be ME!!!???? UGH! Is it wrong to wish your perfect family member would just once trip so you could not necessarily laugh, but at least see their folly?
My SIL is my Arch-Nemesis!
Copyright Mentha at 11:33 AM
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