Email This Post HomeHumorBother-in-Law’s House of Horrors in Pennsyltucky Amy Vansant February 4, 2015 Humor 1 Comment I am one of those lucky people who has in-laws they adore. I get along fabulously with Gary, my “Bother-in-Law,” because he’s a big, loud-mouthed redneck. Big, loud-mouth rednecks are a TON of fun when they are yours. Other people’s loud-mouthed rednecks can be kind of scary, but having one of your own is awesome. I recommend picking up yourself one. We recently visited the Bother-in-Law for a belated Christmas exchange. I gave my nieces a health monitoring bracelet thingy and a skateboard, and they gave me the flu. Seems fair. Actually, to be fair, we were just getting in the car to visit when Gary called to let us know his eldest daughter had just come home early from school because she didn’t feel well. We thought, eh… we’ll be fine. They neglected to mention the younger niece sounded like the Play-doh Percolating Flem Factory. You know, the one who likes to drape herself all over me because she’s knows I hate physical contact? That one. Hence, I’m sitting here coughing, so sick of eucalyptus drops that I could drop kick a koala bear. That all being said. Some things are worth it. We had a great time. We played Cards Against Humanity, which is hilarious, particularly when drunk. And my sister-in-law gave me the little gem to the upper right there which she received from school. It’s a seminar about keeping kids safe, with fun activities like: Yoga Hoola Hoops Drunk Driving Wait… what? What is that? How to drive with one eye closed? Staying between “the mustard and the mayonnaise” until you get home? 911 Bullying Wait… bullying? Aren’t we supposed to be stopping them from doing that? Not teaching them how to do it better? So, while I stumbled off to bed that night pretty sure my niece had just given me that simian flu that ended with Charleston Heston staring at the Statue of Liberty and screaming about damn dirty apes, it was all enough to pay me back for a week of utter flu hell. Until I went to sleep in their guest room. Here’s the view from the bed: I always forget about that damn room until it is too late. That one on the left is TOTALLY STARING AT ME. About Latest Posts Amy VansantAmy Vansant is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal Best-Selling author specializing in fun, funny fiction --- even the murder mysteries. Latest posts by Amy Vansant (see all) Earn Gifts by helping me grow, giveaways and book deals - November 28, 2018 Win a Kindle, Poltergeists and Book Deals… - November 21, 2018 Where being hard-headed and cooking doesn’t mix… giveaways and deals - November 15, 2018 One Response Sarcastic Ninja February 4, 2015 That event sounds like an epic 5 hours. I wonder if the activities have to be done in that order…? 0 likes Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Add me to Amy Vansant's Humor Newsletter!