Little Idiot’s Stinking Lair
Little Idiot (SD almost 19) has been holed up in one of my bedrooms for almost a year now. Her beautiful bedroom (along with the rest of the house) is near a century and a half old. It has seen two world wars, the invention of the motor car, the telephone, and the radio. It has withstood hurricane force winds and some of the harshest NY winters. Countless families with children and pets have lived here. Decades of wear and tear, yet my beautiful old house made it through relatively unscathed. That is... until Little Idiot moves in. In one year she has managed to burn a hole in her carpet, lock a cat inside allowing it to pee, put a crack in the original door (from slamming it), ruin her antique bedspread with all her gaudy makeup products, and stuff her drawers so full with crap they are falling out of the nice antique table I put in there. That’s nothing to say of the nasty dirty underwear she leaves all over the carpet for her dad to see and clean up or the fact that she has sprayed so much cheap perfume around in there it has soaked into the very walls and seeps our from under her door like a noxious gas. It makes me sick. Years of being raised by the skunk ape means she has no respect for nice furniture... particularly antiques, which she describes as “old and ugly”. I’m not replacing anything until she’s gone (that is, if she ever freaking leaves). If she ever gets her own place I’ll buy her a nice cheaply made particle board table (which the moron will probably love because it is”new”).