I’ve been a bit busy these past few days. My mom and grandmother bought a house, and we’ve been doing some work on it over there. Yesterday we attempted to clean 23 years worth of goo out of the oven that’s in the house. Seriously - the previous owners had been there for 23 years, and the stove had never been cleaned. There were places in the over that had to be scraped with a putty knife in order to get the crap off of the metal. I sprayed some oven cleaner on the inside of the oven and grime literally cascaded down the sides in sheets of brownish-black slime. The stove is one of those that has two ovens, one on top, and another under the burners, and both ovens were filthy. There is also a broiler under the top oven, which apparently had never been used, and was entirely rusted out. After two days worth of cleaning it, my mother finally decided that it wasn’t worth the trouble.Yesterday I went shopping. Bought some stuff for my mom, bought me some dye, and some bras, some comic books, and some lipstick. Funny story.Last night, my grandmother boiled some chicken before dinner so that we could make chicken salad for lunch today. Later we sat down and had a wonderful dinner of steak and fries and garlic bread. My mom did some dishes after dinner, and put them away. We sit around and watch a movie and bullshit with each other. Eventually, we all go to bed.This afternoon, Mom and I go out, move the last of my shit out of the basement of the old apartment, and come home, expecting to have some nice chicken salad sandwiches. Of course, no one can remember what happened to the chicken after Nanny left it on the stove to let it cool. Mom thinks Nanny put it in the fridge. Nanny thinks Mom did. The pan is gone. Actually, the pan is in the cabinet under the counter, where mom put it last night while putting the dishes away. Lo and behold, there’s the chicken in the pan! Needless to say, we aren’t going to let mom forget this anytime soon.

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