She's KOO-KOO

Flo, the MIL from a certain extra painful part of hell is gone.
I want to say that I believe she really does have a disorder of some sort. She's not just evil, she's nuts. And in my defense, I am nice to her even though she does not deserve it.
If one of my sweet little girls fart, Flo does this dance where she jumps from one foot to the other, waving her arms and sings a little song that goes something like "A-ROOT-A-TOOT-TOOT! TOOTIE-TOOT-TOOT" It's very...animated. I have all of these fantasies going on in my head at that time. One of them I just push her over and she falls out of her dance. That's the nice one. The others involve blood - mine or hers.
She brings her dog each visit. My cat has this move where he hides under the bed until the dog walks by then he lunges onto the dog's back and goes for a ride. Anyway, Flo has a theory that if her dog throws up, it is because it has to poop. She figures that there is only enough room in there for X amount of waste, I suppose. So if the dog makes any retching noises, you know it has to shit. I'm no vet but I'm thinking there is something wrong there.
The thing that irritates me the very most, is her desire to treat and ultimately turn my daughters into little princess' I don't like the idea that she tells them "not to get dirty" and "that you need to have pretty hair to go out". I have written before what her daughter is like. Would never, ever, ever go out without make-up, shops for clothes daily, primps and preens and bases all of her worth on her appearance. If me girl's turn out to be girly-girls all on there own, then fine, but I can't allow this sort of stuff being shoved down their throats. It's just grotesque.