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An update on Peggy.
Good news: Peggy decided to move out about two weeks ago.
Bad news (and boy, is there bad news):
~ she took her cat with her. She got kicked out of the house she was staying at, so the cat is living in a carrier with her and her new "fiancee" in a jeep at the airport. My heart goes out to that poor cat.
~ She took Chucky off as her payee for her disability checks and put herself as the payee. However, the money she was supposed to get on the 1st was supposed to go towards her share of the rent, since she did not find someone to fill her place on the lease. Mitch fronted the money for our landlord. She gets her new disability check on the 1st of May. We're going down to Social Security at some point to show them that she owes us rent, per the lease, so that hopefully they'll take it out of her account. If not, Mitch intends on pairing up with our landlord for the money owed.
~ Tonight, while enjoying a movie night with Mitch and Chucky. Mitch fell asleep so Chucky and I were gonna mess with him. I'm patting around the floor trying to find something to poke him with or throw at him, and my hand reached under the couch. I feel around a bit and feel a handle. Not to the couch. Curious, I pull it out from underneath the couch. It's a vibrator. Definitely not mine. Peggy was playing with her hoo-hoo on the couch in the living room. Namely, MY couch. After hyperventilating for about twenty minutes (and multiple handfuls of hand sanitizer), I have decided the couch is getting thrown away. Or burned.
Other than the aforementioned, the atmosphere in the townhouse has completely changed. The common areas are clean, we cook dinner together a lot, and we're all happier without Peggy.
Good news: Peggy decided to move out about two weeks ago.
Bad news (and boy, is there bad news):
~ she took her cat with her. She got kicked out of the house she was staying at, so the cat is living in a carrier with her and her new "fiancee" in a jeep at the airport. My heart goes out to that poor cat.
~ She took Chucky off as her payee for her disability checks and put herself as the payee. However, the money she was supposed to get on the 1st was supposed to go towards her share of the rent, since she did not find someone to fill her place on the lease. Mitch fronted the money for our landlord. She gets her new disability check on the 1st of May. We're going down to Social Security at some point to show them that she owes us rent, per the lease, so that hopefully they'll take it out of her account. If not, Mitch intends on pairing up with our landlord for the money owed.
~ Tonight, while enjoying a movie night with Mitch and Chucky. Mitch fell asleep so Chucky and I were gonna mess with him. I'm patting around the floor trying to find something to poke him with or throw at him, and my hand reached under the couch. I feel around a bit and feel a handle. Not to the couch. Curious, I pull it out from underneath the couch. It's a vibrator. Definitely not mine. Peggy was playing with her hoo-hoo on the couch in the living room. Namely, MY couch. After hyperventilating for about twenty minutes (and multiple handfuls of hand sanitizer), I have decided the couch is getting thrown away. Or burned.
Other than the aforementioned, the atmosphere in the townhouse has completely changed. The common areas are clean, we cook dinner together a lot, and we're all happier without Peggy.