Mena came by to "pick up a few things." The next thing I knew, she was running huge amounts of water in the hall bath "just to wash her hair." As if I'd ever said that was OK. She also left the TV on in what had been her room.
And also left the front door ajar when she left. The perfect visit, in other words.
Being the non-confrontational schmuck that I am, I let all this happen - but at least I later texted her that (1) any future visits would be directly chaperoned, and (2) any of her stuff still here would be dumped in the back yard on or around January 1st.
Somewhere around 5ish this evening I finally got in the shower. That reduced the itching by quite a bit, and put me in a better mood.
But, of course, what really put me in a great mood was going and hanging out at the Hamptons. Especially since both
We had a nice, medium-sized group that I'm not going to list, because I'll forget someone. Though it did include
So I had the usual wonderful time hanging out with wonderful people, and of course feel much better for it.
And now I'm home.