Grammy lost her keys while I was abroad and had to have my 10 lb bike lock cut from my bike (she had my key in case anything went awry and she needed to move the bike). She has called me multiple times to tell me that she now has found the keys, months after replacing them.
I'm sitting in the living room because my deadbeat brother is crashing in my room, and Grammy just came in to tell me, "Hey Hillary, I found my keys!" I'm starting to think a full time job and my own place wouldn't be the worst thing. It would make evicting my brother much easier. Every time I mention his going back to Chico, Grammy just stares off into space and says "Oh, I liiiiike him."
