You Are a Yellow Crayon
Your world is colored with happy, warm, fun colors.
(Not at the moment, my PIL are staying and my husband is away on business. @_@!! Angry gashes of red interspersed with guilty smudges of grey best describe me at the mo.)
You have a thoughtful and wise way about you.
(Why thank you. You seem quite the dandy yourself.)
Some people might even consider you a genius.
(Yes, my husband when I get the girls to sleep after he's hyped them up and declared the situation hopeless, but that's really just commonsense and experience. My daughters when I know the words to a Japanese song in English but again not really genius level if you're out of preschool...)
Charming and eloquent, you are able to get people to do things your way.
(I WISH!!!!! or does 'people' not include wilful children and stubborn FILs??)
While you seem spontaneous and free wheeling, you are calculating to the extreme.
(Ok, you got me there. I am currently too busy 'prepping classes' to watch too loud baseball in the overheated and crammed full of luggage front room with the PIL. A barefaced lie but necessary for my mental health and FILs physical wellbeing!)
Your color wheel opposite is purple. You both are charismatic leaders, but purple people act like you have no depth.
(No depth? Honey I got height, width AND depth to spare!!)
And to assuage my guilt at slagging of my PIL where they'll never see it here's a picture from today:
MIL making those infuriating thousand part paper whatsymacallits from kids magazines, the girls painting with their toothbrushes right in front of her (?????) and FIL assembling furniture I didn't ask for and don't want, need or like. Oops slipping back into slagging again. ;P It was nice of him to assemble it for us though, wasn't it?
Edit: WTF???? I just walked into my kitchen to have FIL wave his hands around in a big old X at me: 'Don't come in here, I'm smoking.' Like hell! I put up with you removing plants from my garden to take home WITHOUT ASKING, I grit my teeth through you using that REALLY LOUD AND SLOW VOICE at me when I am neither hearing impaired nor mentally challenged, I paint my smile on when we have to plan our day around your naptime and the baseball fixture, and I bite my tongue when you tell my children they are too noisy/ too quiet, indecipherable in Japanese because speaking English is stunting their brain development rah rah rah but the one hard and fast rule around here is DON'T SMOKE IN MY FREAKING HOUSE!!!!! Its MY house. I have a daughter with allergies but more than that I hate the smell of it and it's MY HOUSE- MY RULES.
I am so disappointed. I have a lot of trust issues with FIL but this trip had been going well. I was going to go and have my bath and go up to bed and leave him down here blasting the neighborhood with some detective show. But now? damn it, the stakeout continues. >:(