HELP!!!

My Evil Aunt (tm) is going to be spending two (possibly three) nights here. As in, In. My. HOUSE. Eating my food, breathing my air, not shutting up.

And to make matters worse, those are the days I *can't* escape. Her first day here is Monday, when I'm having that mole removed. So now not only am I going to be laying on my stomach, balancing an icepack on my ass, and bending my neck out of line so I can use the computer, but I'll have her poking at me, invading my personal space, comparing my butt to the last specimen she dissected in one of her classes, talking about the time she trapped a mole in the backyard and generally being the frellnik she is. At least Laura can spend a few nights at a friend's. Me?

Maybe I can get a couple of Valium at the dermatologist's office.