I walked into the house and heard my husband’s raised voice saying, “It’s all your fault”, which is how I knew he had been a good boy and called his mother.
This picture is not as good as the recent photo of my mother-in-law (m-i-l), Jewel, in her hometown paper. Apparently it is newsworthy that at age 92 she had just gone to a fast food restaurant for the first time in her life. Never having a quarter-pounder until age 92? What would life have been like?
The picture below says something about what life was like. For some reason I'm fascinated by this picture. First, I just like it: it makes me smile. And second, it's so unlike the m-i-l I know. She's the one on the left with the plaster-of-Paris or knee sock on her left leg. Turns out she was pregnant with my husband (can you can imagine what an old fart he is?!) and that legging is for varicose veins.
Her Aunt Belle is kneeling next to her. Belle looks fun, she has on killer shoes, a great smile, and she looks so stylish, Jewel so un-stylish. I've never in over 30 years seen her in what I would call a "house dress." And that's what she has on. Her mother is standing and looks just like Jewel. Or visa versa. And she doesn't look too stylish either.
On the other hand, there's something very sweet about this photo. Jewel is un-posed and looks very happy. She looks young and innocent and sweet. And today she is none of those things.
My husband just walked in and asked if I'm doing this to embarrass him. No, not at all. Wait till I start discussing the two of us. He'll be wishing for more on his mother. I guess it's kind of odd to start this blog with my mother-in-law. However, aren't mother-in-laws at the bottom of everything? Along with mothers.
