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Originally Posted by kindlekitten
when I was pregnant with my daughter we were at Ft. Benning Georgia while my husband was going through Officer's Advance Training. during his field portion I was bored to tears (not to mention that I intensely disliked the area), and got in touch with my mother in law (I've had 3 just off of one father in law, it gets complicated, but she was the first and my husband's mother), I had only met wife #2, she was #1. anyway she was living in a backwater (heheh) little town on the Florida gulf coast and I took my 4 year old son and went to meet her. on my second to the last day down there she decided that we would have a barbecue at her favorite swimming hole. the son unit and I had been happily paddling around in the water on and off for a couple of hours. I had been hearing barking on and off the entire time and finally asked her where the dogs were as we were pretty rural and I could not see any houses. she walked me up to the water line and pointed past a little island; "see those logs?" "yeah." "well those are 'gators and they bark." from wherre I stood the 'gators appeared to be in excess of 30 feet long. I pretty much walked on water, pulled the son unit out of it, retreated to the van, and without quite calling her a crazy cracker bitch, demanded that we leave instantly.
I still shudder when I think about that!
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OMG.
Why didn't you throw
her in the water?
I mean, I'm not a vindictive person, but that would be the limit for me.