I'm going to have to talk to her the next time I get the chance. Or leave her a note, after I calm down a little.
Clutter I can deal with. (Hence, my room.) But pizza crusts and garbage strewn about and just general filth. Grrr....teeth grinding...must....restrain...fist...of death.
And maybe it's because I'm from a home where clutter wasn't even tolerated all that well...but must talk to idiot boy soon. Or at least find out how long he's going to be here.