God save me from spoiled old ladies who don't have enough assets to pay their share of the household expenses (why sure, MIL, $600 a month covers your share of a $2500 mortgage and another $1,000 – $1,500 in related expenses), but somehow have enough to order new clothing twice a month, cases of coffee from Keurig, and meals from Omaha Steaks once a month.
Why, no, it doesn't annoy me that we gave up the master suite for you.
Or that your door is open all.day.long and, because you're nearly deaf but too vain to get a hearing aid, the TV volume is turned to 11 from the minute your eyes open until sometime after they close.
Or that my cooking is somehow not good enough (even though I've taught cooking classes and people rave about my food) and therefore you need to buy overpriced frozen food for your maid to prepare.
But dammit, I just cleaned and organized the freezer over the weekend. TELL ME when your overpriced frozen food is coming so that I can make arrangements.
Meantime, I'll be over here segregating all our food from yours. I'll cram it all into a tiny freezer in the garage. That won't be inconvenient at all. For anyone. Really.