Legs
This afternoon my husband, daughter and I attended a birthday celebration at my in-law’s house. My husband’s grandmother is not the nicest, and she seems to enjoy acting her shoe size, rather than her age, if you know what I mean. Today, the first thing she said to my husband, who was dressed in cargo shorts, was: “You have ugly legs”. She then said, “When you are 91 you can say whatever you want”. I told her that I thought his legs were hot, then I laughed until I cried because in the car on the way to the party my husband predicted that she’d pick on him today, rather than me. He, of course, was right.
Here’s a picture of the so-called “ugly legs”, and of course my legs too since I didn’t want him to feel like the only controversial legs on the internet was his and Michele’s.
I should have told her that what she said was completely mean, and it’s because of that exact behavior from her that I don’t want to be anywhere near her. That it’s the reason that we don’t ever visit.
I didn’t say any of it. Instead, I could not stop laughing because I couldn’t believe that my husband called it. He totally called her behavior, and it took her all of one minute to insult him.
The best part was that she said this to him in front of my husband’s family. They were finally witness to her bad behavior towards him.
Usually it’s me that she’s after. The last time I saw her was at Easter when she asked me to take part in a contest where you had to guess the number of jelly beans in the jar. The top three guessers took home a prize. I was in the top three, but instead of awarding me a prize she told me (after I had won) that I couldn’t play. When I questioned why she asked me to play just five minutes earlier, her exact words were: “Too bad, so sad.” What she had wanted to do was give each of her grandchildren some cash, and she wanted to to give the cash in the order they were born. But instead she thought she’d have them take place in a game, and figured we’d all think it was adorable that she rigged it that way. Well not me, I didn’t think it was adorable at all. Nor did my husband. And what grandma says too bad, so sad when they are told they hurt someone’s feelings? Neither of my grandma’s would do that.
Whatever.
Anyhow. So she told my husband he has ugly legs. My brother-in-law told her later that what she said was mean and that she shouldn’t have said it. This is what she said, “But it’s true.”
Well, this is what I say is true: You’re a mean old woman and I don’t care how old you are. You need to take responsibility for what comes out of your mouth.
Oh, Indigo…I’m sorry….my grandma’s getting that way, too *sigh*. She’s not too way over the top mean yet….but she has her moments…and yes, she says that she can say it if she likes, because she’s 89. I’ve threatened to put in a zipper where her lips are…just haven’t gotten around to it yet. By the way…nice legs…both of y’all
If she’s still alive next year I wouldn’t go to her birthday celebration. Send her a card that says “Mean people live too long”
I have a mean grandmother… it isn’t fun!
And I don’t see any ugly legs in those pictures.
i already commented on your other blog about what i thought, but i see nothing wrong with either of those sets of legs. not sure about about those socks that he’s wearing though;)
there is nothing worse than a mean granny!! I don’t care how old she is. I’d kick her butt!
Wow! She does sound nasty! I hate that whole “I’m old, I can say whatever I want” mentality. I especially can’t stand the old people who glare at my (well-behaved) kids in a restaurant just for existing. GRR.
I had a mean grandmother also, she ws constantly after me for some reason. I could never figure it out she never had anything nice to say. She has died now but she was a real hard person to live with.
Now it’s my mother that is now getting older and sad to say she is getting the same way with my kids. I hate it and try to deal with it but I’m not going to let her hurt my childrens feelings like Grandma was to us. I just simply don’t think there is any reason on earth for it to happen. Life is short and hard to deal with now for teenagers especially with peer presure as it is.
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