Okay. This may be a bit long, so bear with me. My aunt on my mom's side moved six miles away from us about a week ago. Moving equals chaos, chaos, CHAOS. This particular aunt has several grown children, and one nine-year-old girl still at home. Well, we got some people from our church and a few other friends to help her move into her "new" house. When I say new, I mean about 70+ years old and it needs work. She has health problems, so thought it would be a great idea for me to come and work for her, cleaning up her kitchen, because, apparently, "Oh, God, the visual clutter makes me just wanna kill myself!" I listened to that for FOUR HOURS. I was then payed for TWO HOURS, because "I talked a lot". SHE talked a lot, and we had a 20 minute break for lunch. I was told it was a paying job, ten dollars an hour. Then, on the way home, she said "I think I'll only pay you for two hours because you talked a lot." I will be the first to admit, I'm a talker. I talk a LOT. But not when a) I'm working at something other than my chores for cranky people and b) My employer is on the OTHER END OF THE HOUSE. We would have had to YELL. Next episode: Our church has prayer meeting every Wednesday night. She knew we were going. I ended up staying home because I was tired and feeling introverted. Well, imagine my surprise when at TEN AT NIGHT, she pulls into our driveway. "I need two dozen eggs and a gallon of milk, how much are they?" It was ten at night. We are NOT Wal-Mart!! Mom got home and told us yes, apparently the aunt called while Mom was in prayer meeting (they were just having fellowship time, though. Thankfully prayer time wasn't interrupted) and said, "I'm on my way to your house for milk and eggs." Again, DO WE LOOK LIKE WALMART?! I dunno, am I overreacting?