Crazy move Pt. 1:

So around Christmas time we tell my aunt and grandma that we are willing to move into Grandma's house b/c she's moving in with my aunt and they need someone to take care of it.  They agree and we hook everything up with our landlord at the time that we'll be out by the end of January or early February.  Since my grandma is moving to a significantly smaller space they decide to have an estate sale on the property so she can get something for all ofthis stuff she owns and no one wants.  This is when things get insane.

We move in and the estate sale is being put on downstairs while we live upstairs.  Not incredibly conveinient, but for a week we can put up with it.  The lady running the sale is a freakin' lunatic.  The first night she accuses us of stealing her stuff.  When we ask her what is missing she can't really think of anything.  Great way to start a business relationship.  She stays up until two or three playing loud music and singing while "working".  Working is in quotes because after she left we would come down at night and wonder what the heck she was doing for ten hours a day.  She accuses us of stealing repeatedly during this time and complains that our Glade plug in is really some kind of chemical attack against her.  Awesome.

During the sale she keeps putting off the time which she wants to get her crap out of our house.  Because it turns out she's selling her stuff at my grandma's estate sale.  There's honestly about six boxes worth of stuff and she thinks that it should take her four or five days to get it out.  We feel this is ridiculous and ought to take no more than four of five hours.  We call my aunt who hired her and tells her to get out in twenty four hours at the latest.  She filps out and then spends the rest of the sale complaining about us and my aunt in full earshot of us (we're still upstairs)  to anyone who will listen.  Increasingly awesome.

Sale ends at five and when she leaves at eleven there is crap everywhere downstairs she says she will finish up tomorrow.  When she shows up the next day I sit down there and watch her "work" to expedite things.  It takes this woman thirty minutes to fold a towel and put it in the box because she is folding and refolding it.  When I offer to help she refuses because "I will do it wrong."  She is at my house until eleven and packs all of the boxes but "doesn't have time to load it all."  and leaves boxes in our living room.  For some reason unknown to me I allow this and some of my grandmothers other things to reside in our garage where she will try to sell it on craigslist.  This is when things begin to get really interesting.