If you've heard me rant once about my in-laws and their gambling issues, you've heard me rant a thousand times. This is yet another rant. I mentioned in another thread that they've been to Vegas twice this month since they've been out visiting from Texas. They were "invited" to a couple of "free tournaments" -- one was for slots, one involved poker I believe. We all know that nothing is really free. Sure, they might get a free room out of the offer. And a "chance" to win something. But they still have to get there. They still have to eat. Right? And we all know that they will play the slots the rest of the time they are there. Even if it's penny slots, it's still money they don't have. Well I learned yesterday that they are going back to Vegas the first week in August for yet another tournament (it's about 4.5-5 hour drive from where they are visiting). And this is on the day my mother in law is complaining to me about how her feet have been swollen so she has to take more "water pills" and her shoes have been too tight so now she has blisters. And this is a few days after my husband vented on me because he says his parents are so poor, they only have social security to live on, we don't pay for their medigap insurance anymore so now they have to go on medicaid (nevermind that they live rent-free because sister in law#3 bought the mobile home they live in) and the $300 we sent them so they'd have enough money for gas and a motel room on their trip out here is now gone, and they deserve to live a better life, blah-de-frickin'-blah-blaaaah. But here's the real icing for me: Tonight, after driving an hour back from sister in law#1's where she threw a 55th anniversary party for them (where we had to drive TWO cars because I was assigned to buy a large balloon bouquet for the party decorations and it took up the back of my car -- so I left early to get the balloons, drive down to the party and arrange them...), husband announces to me that he's taking his parents 90 min. south of here to a tribal indian casino!!!!!!! I'm thinking to myself that maybe mother in law should be buying herself shoes that fit instead of manipulating her son into taking her gambling!!! Annnnnd.... they were supposedly stopping along the way to pick up sister in law#2 (who is debt up to her eyeballs from gambling and supposedly close to losing her house, and whose husband did not come to the party today because he was WORKING -- but that's just another sad, dramatic story in this circus I married into). They are master manipulators and sweet talk their kids into giving them $20 here, $40 there... I don't have gas money, what will I do?! We have to get dad's car fixed, and we have no money! My teeth need to be fixed but I can't afford it! My shoes hurt my feet (oh, geez she must have talked this one up about half a dozen times between yesterday and today -- she did it to husband at the party today and he turns to me and says I -- I should take her shoe shopping tomorrow! I replied to them both that HE should go since he loves to shop for shoes so much. Oh, I loved this party so much -- I haven't had a party since I was 10 years old! (B.S., by the way) Somewhere in her deluded, dysfunctional life she's learned that if she mentions a want, a need, a wish, someone, somewhere would grant it if she dropped enough hints. I am beyond disgusted tonight. For tomorrow, I'm torn between taking them someplace that requires a LOT of walking... or just running away to spend the day alone and leaving them to deal with, I mean, spend quality time with their grand kids.