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Grandma went nuclear over a pair of reclining loveseats.

You done fucked up lady.

I don’t know why she went with “passive-aggressively attempting to redecorate their living room and not making it clear why” instead of just saying “Your father and I are finding it increasingly difficult to get around, would it be okay if get-togethers were held at our place from now on?”

I like that her go-to is the viperous tongue of her son’s wicked wife. That witch. She’s a real Delilah.