My grandparents are staying with me this week. (One of the bad things about not having my own place yet is that I have no control over visitors). Actually it's my grandma and her husband of 10 years. When my mom was in high school, my grandma apparently had an affair with a bald guy and that was the end of that marriage--I just learned about this recently... Anyway, her and Duane are here and they're good enough folks, but ugggghh they're overbearing. It's hard to describe without making it sound like I dislike them, but, well, I don't know. For instance, I was in my room when they arrived, writing and reading for school. I didn't come up right away, so Duane was banging his feet on the floor right above my room trying to get my attention. It was, well, annoying. Now I bet if I sleep in tomorrow, he'll come banging on my door at 6:01.