Well, I'm not feeling selfish now. She got on me about having the laptop downstairs when it "belongs upstairs". She doesn't want to hear it or see it. When she and Aunt L arrived I was playing a game that made noise. So, even though I turned it off and had the whole computer on mute for an hour and a half that was still too loud.
I waited until Mom got home and did a fair impression of a rat from a sinking ship. I'm upstairs now, hiding from the woman masquerading herself as my grandmother. You know, when she dies, I'm going to need a map to remember what the first floor looks like, I spend so much time up here.
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Isn't it wonderful she can't follow you up there, though?
Hah! She may be supposed to stay downstairs, but she sneaks up for kicks all the time.
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