"I understand your anger at your ex for having an affair and wrecking the family, but I'm not sure if referring to them as 'Dumbass and his bimbo' is healthy for the children."
Okay, I didn't say that to her. I just said it in my mind.
I highly value honesty and boldness and even bluntness sometimes. But often, it's best to bite the tongue. In fact, it's a good thing for my own tongue that my in-laws don't visit very often. And I guess it's good that I have a blog to let off steam now and then. It's what got me through my sister-in-law's tacky wedding a couple years back.
Some other unsaid thoughts as of late:
"I'm worried about you breaking your arm from all that patting yourself on the back."
"I really don't think that [somewhat famous person you are friends with] would appreciate you telling this entire gathering that her daughter used to put crayons up her [female body part] as a child."
"STOP with the googly eyes already!"
"I'm happy that you're happy with your weight-loss success, but your new clothing choices really make you look like a hooker."
"What are you trying to hide?"
"I don't care to hear the whole story about how you found your window installers. Really, I don't. Seriously, please stop talking!"
Okay. I feel better now.