MIL Chronicles from last night.
MIL: oh Deb I think the steps for the doggie next to my chair have stained my chair.
ME: oh really? I'll check tomorrow in the sunlight.
Yes the dog has steps. Yes he has two sets so different rooms are covered. He's little. Stop. Then Big comes home. MIL repeats her stain lament.
BIG: where? Let me look. (He looks. No stains, anyway). Uh, Mother there is nothin on this chair except fuzz from the steps.
MIL: no it's a stain
BIG: you need new glasses. You can't hear for shit or you're ignoring me and now you are seeing things.
MIL: we will look tomorrow in the sun. It's there.
BIG: Mother, I'm never wrong.
Today, in the sun, no stain. She's in shock. Shocked I tell you.
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