Crazy Mother-In-Laws

This thread is only for stories about crazy mother-in-laws. If you have a crazy father-in-law, you'll have to start your own thread.

Much has been said about one of my mother-in-laws, but I've never been able to explain fully the horror.

So I'll just give you one little detail, something I heard about five minutes ago. My father-in-law just told me that his wife had thought that they lived in South Carolina until a few weeks ago. I've been married for seven years, and they've never lived anywhere in that time other than northeast of Charlotte. This lady is so dumb that I nearly start shaking violently when she says something. Yesterday, I noted that one team was trying to make the playoffs. She wanted to know how they decided which teams earned a trip to the playoffs. I told her it was based upon records. She wanted to know what records were. She seems to think that her the university her son attends "won state" when it actually won a national championship.

I mentioned to my wife, who graduated from EIU with Tony Romo, that he was dating Carrie Underwood. As soon as his name rolled off my tongue, the mother-in-law said, "Who's Tommy Rimmo?" I could go on for days, but I don't think it's necessary. I challenge anyone to come up with a better mother-in-law story than one in which said mother-in-law is completely unaware that she lives in North Carolina rather than South Carolina.

 

My mother-in-law is 60, but didn't know who Bob Dylan was when my wife suggested "Modern Times" as a gift for me.

"Is he new?"

 

No crazy mother-in-law story here, because despite being married since the Stone Age, I've never met nor spoken to Mrs. Editude's mom.

 

Mr. Editude, you are one lucky man. I won't even bore you with my psycho mother-in-law stories.

 

Shouldn't it be mothers-in-law? Just sayin'.

 

I have my stories, but I've been informed to stay off this thread since the fiance reads it, too.

 

Wow, that's even sadder than having a crazy mom-in-law.

Mine arrived in Atlanta on Wednesday night from South Florida, and I was ready to send her back by lunch on Thursday.

To sum up her Thursday morning comments: She was cold (despite it being 70 and sunny), our son's private school is too long of a drive, his Christmas program was much too long, and our restaurant choice for lunch wasn't to her liking. She'd been here less than 18 hours and I was ready to go up on the roof and jump. And it's just been more of the same since then.

Please, someone just fucking shoot me!

 

i had an awesome mother-in-law. she passed about two years ago and i was honored to give one of the eulogies. a non-intrusive with nothing but love in her heart for all her children, grandchildren and sons-in-law.

sorry i can't help with the in-law bashing. now, mothers are another issue. . .

 

I'm not married, but my girlfriend's mom is a fascist right-wing battle axe twat from hell. I have no funny stories regarding her. She's not funny.

 

Not even in a tragic or unintentional comedy sort of way?

 

Well, I've only been dating my lovely young lady for a few months. There's still plenty of time for hilarity to ensue. There is an unintentionally funny aspect to the way that trollish old woman thinks she's a blessing to society, but I don't have any amusing anecdotes yet.

 

My wife's mom could be pretty bitchy but mellowed in her final few years before she died in 2005.

There's always a flip side to that coin. My wife has to deal with my mom. Earlier today I was going to drive in some nasty weather and my wife told me to be careful.

Me: "Why, you don't want to identify my body on Christmas day?"

Wife: "I wouldn't want to make that call to your mom."

Me: "It would be 15 minutes before you'd get a word in, anyway."

Wife: "I'd have to start screaming, HE'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD!"

Me: "Send her an e-mail, I guess."