The roommates from hell are gone!  I seriously felt like running around my house naked, just because I could, but I didn't, because it's just too much junk flapping in the wind.  Chris and I talked about it last night and we both agreed that it was her that had the major issues.  He was very appreciative and thanked us multiple times when leaving last night.  Her gratitude, as expected, went unexpressed.  We also think that he had no idea what she was doing when no one was home.

Her parting gifts to us?  A broken soap dish from Thailand (so it's not like I can replace it).  She ate 3/4 of the leftovers.  And, this may be my favorite of them all, she ate half-eaten cupakes.  Seriously.  My mom purchased some special cupcakes for Cameryn who ate the iced animals off of them and put them back in the box.  The [female] roommate from hell decided that they looked yummy and ate them.  I, being the super bitch that I am, can only hope that she catches the nasty disgusting cough that Cameryn has now.  I haven't even been upstairs to check out the guest room.  Fun times are ahead, I'm sure.  I've got my bottle of Lysol ready though.  Chris did tell me 'thank you' last night.  And I said, "For what?  Being civil?"  He just laughed.