A sigh of relief

Whew, I escaped. That last day was unreal.
We were exchanging keys and I noticed she had very
long very dirty fingernails. And filthy bare feet.
She actually went into my bathroom and tried all the
faucets and shower to make sure I hadn't broken them.
As I was packing up my kitchen stuff, I noticed the bag
of moldy lemons was moved a little...then noticed she
had actually TAKEN OUT A LEMON and USED IT.
ack! ew ew ew ew ptooey.
She hovered over my movers every second. She was cold
and kept the heat blasting, so every time me or the movers
came back inside it was like walking into an oven.
It was such a relief to drive away for the last time.
She offered to give me a referral for "excellent watering."
WTF??????????????
It smelled soooo bad in that house. I can't imagine her
getting anybody to move in there.
I'm still getting organized at my new place. The best part?
I can go to the kitchen and not smell mold or pork chops,
and not have a dog trying to get at me thru the door.
There is a dog at my new place but she is a sweetheart, 14
years old and sleeps most of the time.
So far so good.