They Came From Everywhere

I'm fucking mad. And the worst part is that I'm more mad at my 80-something grandmother than anyone else. She's a saint of a woman who gives me attitude about everything (or so it feels) and throws away things without asking anyone who actually lives here.

She started cleaning out our fridge, to actually wash it but left bins full of yogurt and sandwich meat out on the floor and the meat was barely cool when I found it. Because my dad left us I'm being forced out of my home of 15 years and relatives have come pouring in to help clean and pack our house. Well, apparently that means throw everything away that we probably won't miss. And leave odd boxes of things in halls and doorways.