My MIL, who is 78 (no pics) and who I generally like ok, has now been in my house for 8 days. Other than leaving once to go shopping, my wife had absolutely no activities planned wit her over this time, so basically they’ve been sitting around playing games on their iPads and rage eating out of boredom the whole time. MIL is overweight and diabetic, so far she’s gone through a giant party bag of cheetos (4 days), the last half of the bag of my HEB stuffing flavored chips, a bag of sun chips, 3/4 of the apple cobbler I baked on Christmas Eve and a shitton of other sweets we got in our stockings. Meanwhile there are vegetables, fruits, hummus and cheese rotting in my refrigerator. Maybe my wife is passively trying to kill her. I’m starting to get annoyed though because when I decide I really want a specific thing to snack on while I’m working, I go to get it and it’s dead, Jim. The empty bag is in the trash.