So the in-laws have come and gone. No costumes but I twitched, scowled, stared, and mumbled plenty of things under my breath. This being Mother's Day Weekend, I got a bonus of having a friend of the in-laws come in as well.
Highlights:
Father-in-law enjoys fruit. I purchase 9 different kinds. He goes to the store while he's here and picks up the only

kind that I didn't think of getting. And then proceeds to tell me I bought too much.
We go to a well known steakhouse Sunday eve. Father-in-law proceeds to order the single most expensive item that rested on four legs - medium well - because medium is a little rare for him. Upon arrival, proceeds to say how it's too well-done. I ask him if he would like to send it back; he proceeds to talk (and spit) with a large piece of meat in his mouth.
To all you folks that are in-laws or have them - let this be a lesson to you. If you want to torture your son-in-law, do the aforementioned. If you want to spare him, don't show up.
I bent over backwards so much I might as well be a damn contortionist. *sigh*

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