In laws or Out laws, It Should Be Against the Law....

Here is where I can admit my absolute brain farted-ness and discuss other people's retarded-ness....  I received a bouquet of flowers, delivered the Friday before Mother's Day.  All it said on the card was Love, Mom and Dad.  So, I call my parents to say thanks, thinking it was a Happy Mother's Day bouquet or perhaps a congratulations for (finally) finishing your bachelor's degree.  I didn't get either one on the phone so I made a mental to call back later.  OK, I may be scatterbrained, and forgetful sometimes (please try not to die from shock), so I forgot to call back.  On Monday my mother-in-law calls the man I married (who used to be the man in the basement, but now refuses to stay in the basement because of the crickets and lack of furniture) and asks if I got the flowers she and my father in law sent.  Now here is where I go "what the fuck?"  I called the m-i-l back and thanked her for thinking of me and she said did I get the card with money in it yet.  I check the mail and there it is, she sends cash in the mail. 

Let's do a flashback to almost 6 years ago, when Fruit of the womb 1 was just born and I had that spell of crazy.  Yes, I know that it's not politically correct to call people crazy, but I can call myself crazy if I want to because I was there and I had a spell of the crazy (for those sticklers for accuracy it was postpartum depression).  Now at the time that man I married and I were living in Pennsylvania where his family resides.  I was crazy, and alone with no family except the in laws who had graciously (hmm hmm) offered to let us stay at their house until I was less crazy.  I was in treatment getting better and Fruit 1 was taken care of and m-i-l decided it was a good time to offer to kick me out of her house while keeping the man I married and raising my daughter for me.  Weeeeelllllllllllll, perhaps you can imagine how that went over.  Man I married, Fruit 1 and I moved to North Carolina where my personal dysfunctional family resides.  Perhaps you can imagine that things have been strained between m-i-l and myself since then.

Apparently, I have been drunk making up ( I would say Ambien making up but I've never had the pleasure of that amnesia inducing drug) with my m-i-l unbeknownst to my higher brain functioning.  I mean what other explanation could there be for her sending me a bouquet signed Love, Mom and Dad and a card in the mail that is so effusive in her praise for me and my skills in being a mother, wife and student that I taste bile in my throat?  I hate few things but disingenuous hypocrites are at the top of the list.