I had a generous... discussion... with Grandma today.

I THINK we're at some sort of an understanding.

Basically, she thinks I'm a slob, and doesn't trust me to ever do anything myself. Which I hate.

I THINK she understands that all she has to do if she doesn't like something is ask me to fix it.

Cause I don't like when she does it herself.

She took Annie's cage apart and took it outside and hosed it down and now there's a big empty spot in my room. :(

And I has a sad again.