Now I KNOW she's lying.
Over the past couple weeks, I've been working on (slowly) getting my room cleaned up. It's not great (I need to hang up the clothes I've got piled on the other bed and do some deep cleaning and eventually a lot of de-cluttering) but I've got floor instead of just trails.
So today, she had the termite guy come in. He did a quick walk-through, found nothing, and headed out to check the rest of the house.
But when I came downstairs, I got an earful. We have termites underground and in the eaves and we'll need to get the house tented and he said that my apartment is a fire hazard!!!eleventyone! (Which he said nothing about to me, during the time he was up here.) Then she gave me this line about how she knew I hadn't been feeling well so she hadn't had my mom and sister come down to clean it, but that I had to get it done and it would only take a little while, and I tried to point out that I had boxes and boxes of stuff to go through. She changed the subject; how long had it been since I vacuumed (too long, I'll admit; I hate wrestling with her PITA vacuum cleaner that jams every five minutes) and she can only imagine the state my kitchen is in, and you can't walk through it and it's a fire hazard ...
And I said (completely wide-eyed innocent) "well, the termite guy had no problem walking through my apartment."
And her only response was "oh".
So yeah, Grandmommie. You've been caught, and we both know it. I wish I could expect some STFU out of this, but I know that's too much to ask.
So today, she had the termite guy come in. He did a quick walk-through, found nothing, and headed out to check the rest of the house.
But when I came downstairs, I got an earful. We have termites underground and in the eaves and we'll need to get the house tented and he said that my apartment is a fire hazard!!!eleventyone! (Which he said nothing about to me, during the time he was up here.) Then she gave me this line about how she knew I hadn't been feeling well so she hadn't had my mom and sister come down to clean it, but that I had to get it done and it would only take a little while, and I tried to point out that I had boxes and boxes of stuff to go through. She changed the subject; how long had it been since I vacuumed (too long, I'll admit; I hate wrestling with her PITA vacuum cleaner that jams every five minutes) and she can only imagine the state my kitchen is in, and you can't walk through it and it's a fire hazard ...
And I said (completely wide-eyed innocent) "well, the termite guy had no problem walking through my apartment."
And her only response was "oh".
So yeah, Grandmommie. You've been caught, and we both know it. I wish I could expect some STFU out of this, but I know that's too much to ask.