And I mean all weekend. Sun up till sundown. Runs the whole crazy gamut. Thinks her parents are alive. Thinks I'm running from the law or something and that's why I'm here in her home. Last night mom saw a fire and would not believe me when I told her that there was no fire. Told me she wanted to call fire department but didn't want to get me in trouble. Ain't that sweet? Wish she had so I could use the documentation for the judge. Anyhow anyone else experiencing fun filled weekends filled with drama, tears, and delusions of not so grandeur?