As an aside, does anyone else have trouble deciding what to call their Mother-In-Laws? I mean, I could call her Grandma, which is what I call her to the Yahoos, but that doesn't seem all that appropriate. Actually, the Yahoos call her "Bird Doorbell Grandma" because she has this lovely doorbell with a bird around it. I could call her "Mom" but that seems weird too. Generally, I call her by her first name. But for the sake of her personal propriety, I must refrain from nominal exposure. Today, she gets to be M.I.L... yet that seems so impersonal. Perhaps she should get all of those names?
Let me tell you a thing or two about this dear M.I.L. First she puts the Artsie in Fartsie. Good grief, that woman is talented. We have Artsie Treasures scattered about our humble abode.
First, there's the Rumpus Room. When we were finishing our basement, I mentioned that I wanted a mural of the Wild Rumpus (from Where The Wild Things Are.) Spouse's parents had just moved to Utah from Maryland, and I had yet to discover what the woman was capable of. In no way was I dropping a "hint" for her do such a thing. She interjected an, "Oh. I'll do that!" And I was like, "Are you serious?! Be my guest."
Well. I don't know who exactly was the guest in this situation. Check it out:
And if a mural in the basement is not enough... she decides that she'd like to borrow Yahoo #1 for a day or two so that she can carve a bust in his likeness.
I think those dolls who wrote that Don't Cha song were thinking of my dear Mother-In-Law when they wrote that it. Don't cha wish your M.I.L was a hot artist like mine? Don't cha!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY M.I.L, Bird Doorbell Grandma, Mom!