I can't believe it as I sit here now, a handmade quilt I made over 4 months while I was pregnant with my daughter is going around in the washer on a 60 wash. Yes, oh yes, my rancid alcoholic mother in law who I have the misfortune of living with me shoved it in the wash along with her pants.
Don't get me wrong this is not an unfortunate accident, oh no this is a deliberate thing because she is a cruel, selfish manipulative old hag and delights in being as nasty as she can, especially to me.
I need to turn the other cheek, keep my enemy close etc etc to keep my sanity but it feels good to let it out.