Two weeks and counting: that's how long until Grandma moves. Yesterday afternoon we spent a couple of hours going through her bedroom closets, and I have one question - how many pairs of houseshoes does one old woman need? I'm not kidding when I say that there must have been 18 pairs, in various states of rattiness. I imagine that her talons are hard on them, but still! A perfect slipper shitstorm.
Also - for no particular reason: yuk.
