Santa in March

My in-laws came to visit this weekend. I love my in-laws but they can drive me bat shit crazy in a heart beat. Even faster than fourth block. But we hadn't seen them for a few weeks so I knew that I could handle the insanity. And I must say, thanks to margaritas and Bub Light, I managed to be a perfect daughter-in-law all weekend. The great thing about the in laws, Auntie Em and Duke, is they are loaded! I'm not sure how they get all of their money, I have some ideas, but they have no problems dropping over a grand on us in a day. And then some more on the next day. This weekend involved a trip to a wholesale club to stock the cabinets, I now have 168 tampons at my disposal, a new bike rack for our Jeep, and eating out for every meal. We offered to cook for one meal, but Duke insists on treating everyone when he's in town. They even treated my sister, whom they love, and our other roommate. And I had to talk him OUT of buying me a bicycle. I convinced him that I would start seriously looking for a bicycle and then he could send the money down. Duke tried to let it be an early birthday present, my birthday is in September. I laughed and told him Auntie Em wouldn't let me get nothing for my birthday and he would have to buy me something else. He laughed and agreed. In the future, there will be more posts about the insanity that is my father-in-law. For today, I will let you walk away with the image of a man who confuses himself with Santa Clause.