ES MIO. NO ES TUYO

 So our landlord's a bit of an interesting character. She's just about the flakiest person I have ever met. She was supposed to finish the tiling in our house before we moved in the end of August....it's November and she still has not finished it. She keeps making excuses after she doesn't follow through with coming over to finish the project. The latest was that someone let a door slam in her face, so she felt like a train wreck. Before that it was she "lost track of time" because she was doing landscaping....before that it was that her car broke down....before that it was that an ex was in town...the list is endless.

So we opened the butter drawer of our fridge the other day and noticed this:

That is 8....count them 8 Mio containers. Each of these containers has 24 servings in it. That equals 192 servings of Mio. HOLY SHIT. I might understand if this was her own house, but this is a place she occasionally comes over to do some work on. I'm surprised this lady hasn't gone into a sucralose-induced coma yet.