You're cruisin' for a bruisin'

Okay. I'll be the first to admit that I tend to be a bit fanatical about cleanliness, order and general neatness. I am one small step away from being a female Tony Shaloub in Monk (who happens to be my hero by the way!)

I have been made fun of by many people (you know who you are) for the fact that my refrigerator and kitchen cabinets are obsessively organized. (Don't put the Magic Shell in the cabinet backward, thank you very much!)

I understand that I am crazy and don't expect anyone to be as nuts as me. HOWEVER, I do expect people to treat my possessions with a bit of respect when they borrow them.

Hence, my heating pad.

I lent my heating pad to a neighbor that I've known for five years a few weeks ago because her back hurt. I forgot I didn't have it until the beginning stages of PMS set in...doubled-over stomach cramps to be precise. I saw the lady in the parking lot a few hours ago and asked for it back. She brought it to my apartment a few moments later and returned it.

The cloth pillow case like cover was covered...I mean COVERED...in dog hair.

Are you kidding me?

What is wrong with you, woman? This doesn't belong to you. How could you not have cleaned it once you were done with it? I am at a loss.