What sucks is that every year for Christmas, we would go to her house and then we would open gifts one... at... a... time... It is long, drawn out, and quite painful to have to ooo and aaaa over each little item. Especially when I see her get my husband 4 or 5 gifts (most of the time clothing that I have to return the next week - because she gives shit he would never wear. A fake suede dress shirt? Really? Who the hell would even MAKE that, let alone buy that?) and she gives her precious daughter 10 or 12 gifts that all are costly. And then we have to watch the druggie pathological liar princess open all her expensive gifts, while I know that I am going to have to return Hub's awful gifts, as well as the terrible ones she got me.

It doesn't stop there. While the princess gets leather coats and $50 sneakers, she wraps up batteries as a gift for the grandkids. She wraps up the free sample stuff that comes in the mail, or when you get a free gift for subscribing to new magazine. A few years ago she gave my 5 year old son a pocket knife. Yes - because nothing screams "great gift for a kindergartener" like a 4 inch razor sharp blade. Now he can shank the other kids when hopscotch doesn't go his way.

But by far the worst gift she ever gave was to me. My birthday after Grandma died (Hubs grandma, MIL's mother) she gave me.....

wait for it....

its really that awful that I need to build up the suspense...

Grandma's clothes and her shoes.

Yes. Really. Truly. I know! Who does that?!?!

And its not like she packed up Grandma's stuff and decided to pass it along. NO! She wrapped them up and pretended that she bought them new!

Even with the picture of Grandma hanging on my wall with her wearing the VERY SAME BLOUSE she tried to pawn off on me.