crzcanuck wrote:
BetteVSJoan wrote::silently screams in horror
The lady who lives with her own poop, now that was insane. You have to feel for the daughter.
I do wonder if my sister is a hoarder now... when I go to her house, which is only when I absolutely have to, I have to climb over stuff to get to the couch, then you have to clear a place on the couch to be able to sit on it. The hallways and stairway are loaded with stuff that you have to step over things to get to the other rooms. You can't even get in to the garage or laundry room anymore since there is so much stuff piled to the ceiling. Yet she's always buying more stuff and there's bags of things all over still with their tags or in plastic. Once, I found a piece of clay on the carpet, and so I picked it up and started molding it with my fingers, making a little animal. Then I smelled it. It wasn't clay but POOP!
OMFG! I would have thrown up instantly if that happened to me. Then the very thought of that puke I just threw up will stay there because she won't clean up things will make me what to puke some more, and the cycle continues....
