Since Zilla said that my basic problem with the ILs is that I dislike their way of being a family, I can't help but agree. As a result, I will tell you that:
1. DD's party started at noon. 12:00 p.m. As printed on her invitations. Printed. No messy, ambiguous handwriting or anything.
2. At 11:40, I turned off the hairdryer, picked DD up off the floor, and went downstairs to find FIL and his wife on our family room sofa, reading our newspaper.
3. No one in my family would ever think of pulling a stunt like that.
Y'all, I was annoyed. I think I hid it well, but seriously. Their hotel was 5 minutes away. It's not like they got on the road at 6 a.m. and weren't sure exactly what time they'd arrive. DH wasn't even there, he'd gone to pick up the food. So they let themselves in through the garage. Seriously?
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