You know what they say about In-Laws...

they are ginormus pains in the butt. My mother-in-law (whom I usually like) and my husband's nine-year-old brother (whom I think I like until I see him again) came for a visit this weekend. And they drove me up the wall. And made a mess. And used my make-up (just my MIL, obviously). And wanted to play piles of videogames. And get fast food crumbs all over my carpet and eat all my strawberry poptarts. And complain about my husband's new tattoo. I was never so glad to see someone's butt as I was this morning.