And, a conversation I've recently had with just about everyone I know...

Me: My grandma's going to the coast for a few days.

All My Friends: She's leaving you alone? For how long?

Me: Ten days.

AMF: Ten days? Is she trying to kill you?

Me: What are you talking about? I'll be fine.

AMF: -- Cherry, hon, you don't deal well with being alone.

Me: Whaaah?

AMF: Have you *ever* been alone for more than a few hours at any one time?

Me: Of course I ha--

::Expectant pause::

Me: Um. Okay, no. But she left me lots of Michelina's, and soup in a cup, so it's not like I'm going to have to cook.

AMF: We didn't assume she was going to make you. I mean, getting rid of *you* is one thing. Having her house burned down is another.




I am rather disheartened by my friends' doubt in my ability to survive for ten days.

Guess I'll just have to spend most of my time out.