God she's such a stupid bitch. She keeps pulling more and more garbage out of that smoldering rubble. It all smells like gasoline and ass, and it's stupid stuff like Marti Gras beads. Her justification washing plastic loving beads in a sink full of vinegar to remove the smell that it's Marti Gras this month.
Beads cost $5 for a bag of 100. All we'd have to do is go down to Walgreens and get some throw-away ones, but no. She pulls a handful of them out of a shoebox in the house and washes them.
If she becomes a hoarder I swear to god I'm cutting off contact.