My mother-in-law gave me a pound of old style cheddar cheese today. I said, being the sort of person I am,
"Where did you get the cheese?"
"Well, you know..."
No, I don't know. The matriarch no longer comes shopping with me unless she is short on chips or caramels. So, I haven't a clue where she got this pound of cheese. I have talked to her about having food in her room; there have been requests to not keep fruit beyond its mouldy date. I thought everything was quite clear. But, the mother-in-law told me she had eaten the first pound of cheese, didn't really like it and was giving me the second. I have visions of this tiny, old lady sticking pounds of cheese in her rather large handbag as we wandered through a grocery store.
My husband is no help in this matter.
"What are you worried about?"
I don't know--bugs, smells, rotting food. It scares me she ate a pound of cheese without me knowing. For God's sake, we live in the same house! I clean her washroom and vacuum her room. I want my husband to go through her room and check for hidden food; she can have it, I don't care, but I want to be able to throw it out before it hits the decomposition due date. Even my children think it's a little bit of an odd habit; they don't want the possible smell. This is one of those weird arguments partners have: find out if your Mom is hiding food in her room. My husband doesn't think it's a big deal; I, of course, think it is. But, it is his mother. Where did she get the cheese???
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