So I’ve been thinking about the last blog I wrote about Ben’s perfect family, and my anxiety over my lameness and overall lack of tact or breeding. And I understand that I’m being a complete ass. I should be overjoyed that the problem I have with my boyfriend’s family is that they’re too nice and too awesome, and that next to them I feel dwarfed and retarded.
After all, I could have Fairy Princess Holly from We’re Mean Because You’re Stupid‘s in-laws who are terrible, hillbilly, present grubbing creations who don’t discipline their children and are grand marshaled by her morbidly obese, hover-round equipped mother-in-law who seems to delight in calling poor Holly fat, and telling her how awful she is. Of course, if I did I would be able to have an awesomely hilarious podcast about it like her, and not just sound like a spoiled rotten ass hat going “oh, Ben’s family is too fabulous! Poor me!” all across the Internets.
I honestly don’t have anything to say aside from what I already said, it’s just that I don’t have a lot to do right now as we’re basically just sitting around waiting for our 3 hour holiday lunch to begin, at which point most of my co-workers will probably eat like pigs and then complain about how much it sucked. Don’t complain about free food, people! I mean, we live on the same planet that the holocaust happened on, like, 60 short years ago, and you don’t approve of the free Chicken Parmesan? And this from a girl who’s last blog was about perfect in-laws being too perfect?
There is no hope for any of us. Although this is making me think that there might be:
Tell me, is this obsessive linking good for you? Because it’s really good for me, and I’ll probably keep doing it no matter what you say.
Marina,
You crack my shit up. Just sayin’!
Oh good, I was worried you’d be angry that I’d used your name.