my grandma is a slob

So... my grandma is a slob (as you can see by the lovely parade of grossness on the right and the beautiful pattern of old, burnt, and otherwise abused food on the left (that btw is how the pan looked like AFTER I spent 45 minutes scrubbing it... yeah... I know...))

Not included in this magnifficent display of atrocities is amongst other things the stink pile (aka toxic waste) that inhabitts a sad corner of the room I sleep in (that stuff is what used to be on the bed that is deorated by a permanent imprint of my grandmas ass.) also he never ending supply of dust, dirt, hair, etc that at random intervalls invades the are of the carpets, and of course the frequent displays of my cat waking around shaking her paws in disgust at the stikyness of EVERYTHING.

note: this by no means is considered normal by any standards (except maybe by the standards of a 90 year old grandma who lives in a village and is obsessed with saving money to the point that she won't pay the electric bill for one lightbulb, and uses her own waste to fertillize the 30 cucumber plants she has in her back yard.)

note about the note: yes i actually know an old lady like that she is cranky, mean, and we call her зючиха (z-u-tchi-ha) which sounds abominable, since she is an abominable old woman. (she came to watch the really bad soap opera to our house, since she doesn't want to pay for aything, and gives us some of her cucumbers now and then as a thank you...)