Vent.
This is where I am going to vent now. You dont have to sit and read it..I would though..its going to be humorous.
So Ians parents. I like them. They are good people.
His mom is an ideal sweet, southern woman. She decorates with things like seashells and pinecones. She reads a book a week, makes homemade meals, and always has something positive to say. she also thinks my family is involved with communisum because we are cuban, and thinks because i have ink ans piercings i like to party if you know what I mean.
But her bathroom is pink from celing to floors, including the inside of her shower stall, so how mad can I be?
His dad is an ex military man. Enough said. He wakes us up 2 hours before we have anything to do, resulting in 6am wakeups most days, trys to get us to go to bed at 10pm, and I basically have to walk around behind him picking up after him and serving him his meals because he apparently didnt learn to do it himself. He also has this thing where he tells us how we should spend our days and money.
But his taste in movies is pretty good, so it kinda makes up for it sometimes.
I dont advise people living with their in-laws. Because they will always view you as a child who needs to be bossed and sassed around. The benefits include free room and board, and sometimes if you are lucky some really sweet stories and fresh cookies. Weigh your options.
In other news I have to get out of the house so Ian’s mom’s maid can clean..hahaha wow..
