Recently saw a great quote on The Humans of New York FB page. Guy quit using painkillers and said, “I did it for me but because of my wife.” The only thing people who love you want to see if you be happy and healthy. Reach out to those who you love most and they’ll do everything in their power to help, without judgment.
If you want to have a happy marriage and an at least decent relationship with the MIL you’ll let them do whatever the hell they want. I helped pick the band and menu, my FIL insisted on completely open bar (people were even drinking pina coladas and shit) and the venue thankfully worked well for a buffet because I hate nothing more than trying to serve 200 people a multi-course meal all at the same time. Table One is ready to dance by the time Table 22 is halfway through their salad.
We did live band, open bar, buffet, no assigned seats and all speeches occurred at the rehearsal dinner except for my FIL thanking everyone for coming. Eat when you want, drink what you want, dance, go home. It’s a pretty simple formula.
Just ask them why they don’t have any kids yet and when she melts down before your very eyes you’ll have found what they are hiding, because we all have something. Personally, I’m kinda picturing a Jennifer Garner / Jason Bateman “Juno” situation.
Just kidding. I’m hoping to see no fewer than eight (8) comments tomorrow about having a terrible hangover that can only be cured by sneaking out at 4:15 to hit up happy hour.
Is this better or worse than the two gunshots I heard Sunday night?
Your only acceptable recourse is shaming her to tears. Let us know how it goes.
Recently saw a great quote on The Humans of New York FB page. Guy quit using painkillers and said, “I did it for me but because of my wife.” The only thing people who love you want to see if you be happy and healthy. Reach out to those who you love most and they’ll do everything in their power to help, without judgment.
If you want to have a happy marriage and an at least decent relationship with the MIL you’ll let them do whatever the hell they want. I helped pick the band and menu, my FIL insisted on completely open bar (people were even drinking pina coladas and shit) and the venue thankfully worked well for a buffet because I hate nothing more than trying to serve 200 people a multi-course meal all at the same time. Table One is ready to dance by the time Table 22 is halfway through their salad.
We did live band, open bar, buffet, no assigned seats and all speeches occurred at the rehearsal dinner except for my FIL thanking everyone for coming. Eat when you want, drink what you want, dance, go home. It’s a pretty simple formula.
You should really get over this and move on, it’s been a whole week since the election. Source: cis white male.
Supposedly the most common lie men tell their wives is how much they drink / had to drink when they were out.
How many beers we talkin here? Six or so? I’m in.
I actually got home late last night and watched our recording of it. Much better, but I’m old school and enjoy TV in real time.
Agree with Will but the commercials are out of fucking control. Almost as bad as CBS Sunday Morning.
NotBroke, you know how I feel about you. Consider this an open ended “Sup” and I’ll hook up on your terms. Holla at me when the time’s right.
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Just ask them why they don’t have any kids yet and when she melts down before your very eyes you’ll have found what they are hiding, because we all have something. Personally, I’m kinda picturing a Jennifer Garner / Jason Bateman “Juno” situation.
Sleep easy tonight, because you’ve made it.
Let me guess: She already has a great idea on how you (she) should spend the extra money.
Yeah, I missed that. I feel dumb now.
So you’re just too scared to try it?
28 and 29 are way worse than 30. Sorry, but it’s true.
Just kidding. I’m hoping to see no fewer than eight (8) comments tomorrow about having a terrible hangover that can only be cured by sneaking out at 4:15 to hit up happy hour.
Hey, guys we all know the best cure for a hangover is not to drink too much. Let’s all be responsible this weekend, mmmkayyy?
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