Well tomorrow is the deadline. My sister, through whom I met this roommate, has said that if the girl and her belongings aren't out the door by the time she reaches my house then she will personally pack up her belongings and set them on the curb. "I don't pack nicely." I think I will change my locks, that was a good idea. Who knows whether or not she has made a copy of the key and she has already revealed that the boy with whom she is infatuated doesn't like me. I don't care about his opinion, I just don't need any retaliation. So by 4:00pm tomorrow I do believe I will be enjoying a lovely cup of tea and the company of my supportive sister.
At 10:00 the girl wasn't here so I packed the stuff she had told me she already packed and placed it in the garage. I'm crossing my fingers that no other drama takes place.
Here's hoping for the best. I'm at work, 30 miles away, and not in much position to contain any drama that may ensue.
I'm reminded of Clint Eastwood and one of his women--the one from the mid-seventies. According to Wiki, when it all went south he changed the locks and put her stuff in a storage locker while she was out of the country, shooting a movie.
She got her stuff and left the key while I was at an appointment. She didn't bother vacuuming the kitty litter or cleaning the carpet, but she's gone.
The doc took off my last two steri-strips today and released me to swim and slowly work my way back to running. He had said that it would take 12-18 weeks to be back on my feet and ready for physical therapy. I had my surgery 7 weeks ago. Super healing without bones of adamantium. He will operate on my other ankle in March.
Make sure that if she gets violent you don't use lethal force. I'm pretty sure that her having lived with you guys would make that much more difficult legally. Have some pepper spray and maybe a taser on hand.
So there I was minding my own business during a lovely early morning run when this rock jumped out and attacked me! Actually, between running and training exercises in ill-fitted shoes with poor arch support my feet finally gave out and rolled under. My request for medical attention fell on deaf ears so I continued running to the point where the ATFL in both of my ankles were so stretched they no longer stabilized their joint. I can now walk on flat ground and roll my ankles. It's great for parties if you are into slapstick comedy. I am also the only person I know that can turn my left foot so that the bottom completely faces medially without the aid of hands or a surface. I can no longer do this on the right. The Brostrom procedure was a success!
Glad it was a success, but so sorry you have to go through it. And there is some ewww in there as well.
Yeah, I looked everywhere in my house for them and when I messaged her about them she said she had no idea where they were. "Being that you used them last, you SAW them last. I have double checked all the rooms in my house. I do have a few of your items that were hiding under things in the closet." Kind of a subtle "You want your shit, bring me mine."
A freakishly thick belt and one of the most redneck belt buckles I have ever seen! It's got a bottle opener on it!
I think I might. We've got this neat little hole-in-the-wall bar about 1.5 miles down the road. I've never had to buy my own beer. Those guys will make sure I have one while waiting for the husband. I could totally sport that buckle there.