Girls Movie Night

So last night I invited several of my girlfriends to come up for a chick flick festival, since Mr. Payne is a Christmas at the Falls full timer. I couldn't decide whether or not to prepare Moma for this little event. I decided to say something, but not make a big deal. She promised faithfully that she would not bother us and she would stay in her room and watch TV. HA!
No sooner had all the girls arrived (with their snacks in tow) then she appeared. Nosing into the food, asking for chocolate milk, and basically finding out what was going on was on her agenda. She got her milk and a piece of fudge. I stood in the doorway while she ate (because you cannot leave her in a room with food and animals). She growled, "Gimme another piece of fudge!" Without giving a play by play, just let me say that there were several episodes of her visiting the kitchen for snacks and being just plain nosy. Kelli helped out because she hated for them to be the reason I finally killed this old woman. She got her back to her room more than once. (She also brought her a Christmas present that had chocolate in it, and it will remain hidden Kelli, thanks)
The last time she presented herself to the group, we had finished the movie and had the TV off just chatting. She asked why the TV was off, and why we didn't go to bed. I tried to quietly say to her that I had company, but in her little smart defensive tone she screeched "No kidding!". Ugh! (Please note that at that very moment, I couldn't have hated her more) I got her some more chocolate milk and sat her at the table. She looked at me so seriously and asked, "Why hasn't anybody called the police (pronounced PO lees)" I said, "What are you talking about?" She said, in a jumbled manner, leaving off syllables and omitting words like she does, "You know, about them holding us up in here.....(something something) all the foolishness..(jabber jabber jabber)" I guess she thought Kelli, Dawn, and Deana were holding us at gun point and wouldn't let us watch TV or go to bed.