By tomorrow I will have regained my sense of proportion, but right now I am irked no end.
Back in June, after consulting with DH, I emailed his brother about going in together to get their parents a flat screen TV for Christmas. The IL's TV was pretty old, with a small screen. BIL replied that they didn't want a new TV, they had refused to use his flat screen when it was offered (he lives with them), so it wasn't a good idea. OK, fine, this is very typical of ILs, FIL in particular - if you buy something nice, there's a lot of grumbling about how expensive it was, and how he can get the same thing for five dollars at the thrift store. Whatever. I spent the next 6 months racking my brain to find something to give them, and finally settled on a 3 month fruit of the month club from Harry and David.
What shows up on my FB feed just now? BIL crowing about the great 50" LED TV that 'Santa' brought to MIL. DH just laughs, and points out that BIL really bought the TV for himself because *he* doesn't want to watch the old clunker, and that's almost certainly true. It's just - ugh.