My former MIL was a piece of work. If she ever gets run over by a Mack truck, I will buy the truck driver a lobster dinner with champagne.
My current MIL is crazy. We have no idea where she is living at this point, and haven't seen her in 2 years. DH is all messed up because of his upbringing, so there is no effort, on either side, to make a connection.
I, however, am an awesome MIL.
I adore both my SoILs; I even send them Packers and Seahawks gear (after all, it's not their fault their mamas didn't raise them right, in the orange and blue...
) I don't get involved with their marriages; I only give baby advice when asked; and I'm available anytime to puppysit and babysit, if they want to make a trip down here and then go on vacation. Plus I live on the other side of the country, so no dropping in unannounced. (Although, DD#2's husband is military and is angling for a posting on the East Coast, so that they can be closer to us...his choice, not DD's. She loves California, and would stay there if given an option. FTR, his family is mostly on the west coast, with only 2 members here where we are, and he doesn't like those two.)