Monday, August 25th, 2008...8:20 am

How to Mess with your MIL

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You probably know I spent last week with the family.  Friday afternoon, Puppy, Knute & I headed over to MIL’s house.  You need to remember MIL is literally a throwback to 1950s.  She was not allowed to go to college and is literally living in a Donna Reed-esque bubble of pretend happy.  She doesn’t believe people under 21 drink and certainly would never believe anyone had sex before they were married.  If you’ve been reading me for any length at all, you know that I am not the biggest fan of my IL’s and how much I love to ruffle feathers when I am given the chance.  I’m a bitchy woman and I will never deny that I enjoy going in for the kill. 

Puppy and his mother started talking about this gas station chain my youngest BIL (age 20) loves.  It’s called Buck ees.  It also just happens to have the worst mascot in history. 

It’s a beaver.  Yes.  I know.  I know.  Which is exactly the reason my BIL loves it.  He wears his Buc-ee hat proudly all over the place and his poor, slow, mother is none the wiser.  MIL mentioned him also owning a pair of jammy bottoms with the beaver on it.  I sat on the couch stunned, cause knowing his hormonal mind?  That is meant to be all kinds of dirty.  She proceeded to go and get them.

“They were navy blue, but they’ve faded.  But, you can still see the beavers all over them.”  she said so eloquently.  I really tried not to giggle, but you know?  My mind was in big time gutter mode.  I just couldn’t help it.  And, I looked at Puppy.  Do I dare?  Oh, hell.  Yes, I do.

“I just think that mascot is tacky,” I said through an innocent smile.  Puppy glared.  MIL, not knowing a thing about double entendres smiled in her ignorance.  She said something about it just being a cute beaver.  I smirked.  “I just think it’s tacky.  They could pick a better mascot.  I mean it’s a beaver.”  Puppy gave me the look of death.  I chose to ignore it.  MIL said, “Well, aren’t they like squirrels?” 

Tell me: would you have just let it go?  Am I too childish for my own good?

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