Well, it was fun while it lasted.

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Tomorrow is D day, or G day. I get to drive into Pittsburgh to the airport and retrieve my Gma. She’s been in Alabama for the last twenty-something days. It was to give me a break…okay, so she went to visit, but I anticipated a much needed break. I thought without all the phone calls and doctor appointments and shopping trips that I could get some work done–have some peace.

:shake:

She’s called. A lot. In the first week alone, we wondered if she’d truly gotten on the plane. We weren’t convinced until we heard my Uncle. I mean no disrespect to her. I love her. I just…it’s just…

She. Drives. Me. Crazy.

They’ve been shopping almost daily in Alabama. I can’t do that up here. I won’t do that. Yes, I still have to go Christmas shopping, but it won’t be with her. I hate buying things around her. She sifts through my cart, she’s literally up my ass when I’m checking out so that she can get a closer view of what I’m buying or God forbid she missed seeing something in there. I told my mom that one of these days I was going to toss in a couple of boxes of condoms. My mom said she’d just embarrass me. She does talk rather loudly sometimes.

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