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Friday, February 01, 2008

Morning

Not even going to say it's a good morning cause it's really not. But it's Friday and Feb 1st and it should be a good morning but you all know when things are moving along smoothly something always has to go wrong.
The weather is awe full today, the wind is whipping, was woke up at 5 Am this morning to the wind blowing the outside door up against the house. Now it's pouring outside. It's cold and deary day. But that's only the half of it.
You all know we are getting ready to move. Well hubby went to the housing office yesterday to find out what we need to go to finally get out of here. We have a list two pages long of things they want cleaned before we move out. Not a problem EXCEPT: one of the things is to wax the floors, now the floors weren't waxed when we moved in and certainly weren't even clean when we moved in. Second, windows have to be cleaned, wouldn't have been a problem but they weren't cleaned when we moved in. But if the cleaning solution doesn't freeze on the windows as we are cleaning them, not a problem. Just let me out of here. LOL But then the best part. Movers are suppose to be on Friday the 15th, we have to have the house cleaned and inspected before 4 pm on Friday or we are stuck here for 2 days in a hotel room with nothing to do and a 4 year old. Cause housing doesn't work the weekend. OMG that is like going to be awe full, at least if there was something to do it won't be so bad, I can't watch TV for that long period of time, no computer. OMG the horror of it all LOL There no furniture to sit on, the most you have is a chair and bed. No matter what, we have to do what we can do to get out of here on Friday.

1 comment:

Darlene Haughin said...

Hi Oase and Happy Friday - woohoo! Those are some great challenges - off to check them out! Have a great weekend. Hugs, Darlene