No other domestic designation raises so many eyebrows like a Mother-In-Law (MIL) does. The MIL-daughter-in-law war seems to be a universal phenomenon. Some women are exception and claim they adore their MIL, but majority say they are not really on lovable terms.
“Not mother-in law, she’s monster-in-law,” was the reaction of a Tunisian friend. My Ugandan comrade said, “Don’t remind me of that nagging MIL.” “Keep off, don’t talk about her,” was the reaction of my Filipina colleague, while an Indian colleague replied: “The cyclone is expected to arrive home next week.” A Pakistani co-worker blushed and said: “Please don’t discuss sensitive subjects.”
My boss often talks about an Australian editor who entered the newsroom and loudly asked, “Why is this room as cold as a mother-in-law’s visit?”
Come on, don’t dare drag me into this. I will get away lying, “My MIL is a superwoman.” I better take the safe route. If by chance, my wife glances at this blog, there will be a cyclone at my home.
BTW, a joke picked from the Net: The clock fell off the wall. If it was a minute sooner, it would have hit my MIL. But that stupid clock has always been slow.