Damn. Grandma cometh back today. Quiet days of relatively non-existant annoyances are at an end.
Which is pretty funny because, while having a "conversation" with her (read:she nags, I say "yes grandma") the mood ring I had on went three shades more to the stressed out side. See? I have a reason to keep away from her; she increases the possibility of having a headache.
Total body count for the night: 30 baby roaches and 5 adults.
Now I must sleep and later speak with Matt about the plans for the final group outing before school starts.
(for those of you who might participate, it's scheduled so far for Saturday at about 4:00pm or 5:00pm at LaserQuest. Following that will be dinner at the Roadhouse Grill so bring some money to pay for food.)
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