Family Feud

I always thought of my family as somewhat zen despite the overall general negative quality we all exude (glass is half empty sort of deal). We don't generally get in fights in our own little family or in our huge, ginormous extended family. Recently, Daddy got yelled at by Gramma because he didn't sell off her stocks. In times of financial crisis, you don't sell off your stocks... Well, Gramma didn't understand and totally B****ed him out until he sold off all her stocks and now he's so mad he refuses to see or speak to her. Now everytime Gramma calls, my mum fields the calls. Even more awkward is that my parents came into town this weekend and mom told me specifically to pretend like they never came. This despite the fact that mom also dropped off a huge bag of my shoes at my aunt's place and I'm somehow supposed to explain how they miraculously showed up here when they never came to Flushing. I really don't like lying to Gramma...

In other words, I'm on the apartment hunt! Tomorrow, I'm going to check out an extremely promising place out in Williamsburg. Hopefully it goes through. Gramma is cool, but I don't like that she tells me to go to bed and shrinks my clothes in the laundry I don't want her doing.