Last Week turned out being a very stressful week for me. My live-in girlfriend Ginger’s mother came to visit us for a week. One thing that I did learn from her visit was that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Ginger’s mother (Regina) is an ex-stripper just like Ginger. The big difference between the two is that with age Regina has grown a face like pit-bull, legs like a sumo wrestler and the beard of an Amish man.
I don’t know how old Regina is but my Ginger is 26 years old, so I would guess her mother to be about 46, which on her ,looks to be about 168 in dog years. Being the gentleman that I am, I resisted asking the old bag her age. I’m not certain of her age, but I did catch her using Geritol, and soaking her teeth at night (all three of them).
She arrived on Sunday night; and by Monday evening I had all I could take so I said I was going out for a walk. I walked down to the local bar for a beer, but on the way I stopped to chat with the pharmacist abut a solution to my houseguest problem. He said, “Buddy, I understand your plight, but in order to buy arsenic you need a legal prescription. A picture of your mother-in-law just isn’t enough!”
You know its no damned wonder why Adam and Eve were so happy; neither of them had in-laws to deal with!
Later that evening at the bar, I was talking to my midget buddy, Roger. We were comparing in-laws when Roger said that his Mother-in-law was an Angel.
I replied, “An angel! You’re lucky. Mine is still alive!”