The things you can't explain in your roommate

I can handle the Texan accent, ah heck I've even picked some twang being up here. I'm a believer in Chipotle Tabasco. I can deal with the random "dance-offs", dishes piled in the sink and whiskey that just ups and disappears but what defies all explanation is when you come home to discover her literally pounding away at stuffing saved in the freezer since Thanksgiving with a hammer....