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My Monster-In-Low, The Nazi In Disguise
I didn’t even enlist to serve, but I’m serving 24/7
Me and My friend, Tina, made a pack: whoever gets married first will give full disclosure to the other of how it goes, good or bad.
My funny friend, who has a witty sense of humor, got married three months ago. The poor kid lives in the same building with her mother-in-low. Where is the problem? The two houses are on the same floor.
Long gone the days when we used to talk about makeup, the latest fashion, or men. Now we only talk about my friend’s mother-in-law.
I thought my friend is exaggerating, but the lady is insane.
“I would open the door slowly, so she won’t hear me walking out, and she still catches me somehow!” Tina said. “I oiled the door three times; I assure you it makes no sounds, nor squeaks. The lady is the FBI! She hears everything”.
My innocent response would be something like she might just want to check on the new bride, but my friend was never going to let me defend her new rival: “She punches a shower of questions that starts with what have you eaten for breakfast, to did you make sure the house is clean for the guests tonight?”.
