Deadpool with Spider Man Marvel Ugly Christmas Sweater

This story is about my friends MIL, and her wedding. Strap in guys, this is a Deadpool with Spider Man Marvel Ugly Christmas Sweater in which I did THE THING that got me banned from any of her family functions. (Plus a few threats of dismemberment and bodily harm) A good friend of mine from university was getting married! They had been a couple since Junior year of college, through her 2 years in the peace corps and currently her return to this continent. 6 years in total. She had been to all manner of family functions and always came back with a strange story about how she thinks her MIL secretly hates her. But she being a very quiet and sweet person pushed those thoughts aside. Point 1: She is vegetarian and jewish, husband is not. She was invited and went to Christmas dinner and figured she would just eat sides, as well she brought a vegetarian casserole. MIL, after knowing her for THREE years, and being told by husband a few weeks before about not to forget friend doesn’t eat meat…proceeded to put meat in every dish. Friend drank water and ate her casserole the whole night while MIL cried to everyone that friend was so rude for not eating her cooking. Anyway, back to the story. A few friends and I were asked to be in the wedding. Friend has a HUGE family and so this was not going to be a small affair. Neither of them is particularly religious, but friend said it was would be nice to be married under a hoopa. (Think an arbor but 4 poles and covered with a white cloth and lots of flowers) Husband said he could care less, and told her to go and rent one for the wedding. I was at the bridal shower when MIL found out the “pretty canopy” was actually a hoopa. She almost lost her shit in front of a bunch of people, but managed to compose herself and laugh angrily that “if the jews were being represented so would the catholics.” In my head I heard a record screech, guys… they aren’t catholic.

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I looked between the Deadpool with Spider Man Marvel Ugly Christmas Sweater their anger had slackened, and began to stare at her with… curiosity? Surprise? Maybe confusion, but it was no longer pure hatred. Except for Creeps, I noticed. His gaze had amped from anger into insidious, predatory disdain. God damn he looked pissed, I almost reached for Sasha to pull her away, but she stepped back, put her hand over her heart, and bowed her head toward them as they continued to watch her. “Ok Sash, can we go back inside?” Right then Bridger took a quick step toward us, and I reflexively took a step back, and grabbed Sasha’s arm to pull her with me. “What?!” she hissed in an anxious whisper. Bridger looked down at the plate of food, and crouched to inspect it closer. “Nothing, I… nothing. Let’s just go.” As we walked back inside, they didn’t move anything but their heads, watching us until we lost site of them on the porch. “Maybe they’ll recognize it was just a kind gesture Harry,” Sasha said as we took our coats off, looking embarrassed. “Maybe… but it was a good idea Sash, either way.” We went back to our movie marathon. Right before dark, I went out the kitchen door to the porch to see where they were. Bridger was still crouched in the snow below the cottonwoods by the plate of food, which baffled me. The others were scattered around the yard, all looking up at the mountain to the east. I’d gotten used to their weird little synchronized mountain-glaring ritual, but got a horrible feeling. Like the spirit was doing more than telling them it was time to try to get in if a candle went out, like it was trying to undo any good Sasha had done, trying to convince them of something, trying to control them. From Christmas night on through the next week, things… progressed. During the day, we’d started limiting our time outside, the harassment of the ghosts certainly helped foster our reclusiveness, but it was mostly because of the frigid temps, wind, and snow that’d shown up just in time for our staycation. We went into town to shop and grab a beer a couple times, but the passes north and east of town were closed, and there wasn’t anywhere else to go this time of year within 4-5 hours. But, we had puzzles, shows, movies, books on tape, some domestic tasks, and lots of cooking to keep us occupied. We’d take Dash up the county road to wear him out every morning too, either on snowshoes or cross-country skis, and the exercise definitely helped keep us sane. The ghosts would be at the door, try to scare me, follow us down the driveway, where they’d stop, unable to follow us off our property up the snowy road; the curious curse boundary, I supposed. They’d wait for us, follow us back up to the house. It became sort of ritualistic.

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I do like skirts that fit at the actual natural waist but I think they are different because they hide the crotch and basically correct the long torso thing. Models in online shops never have supposedly high-waisted pants at their natural waist. Always somewhere around the belly button.