The Shit House

Land Contratee has officially moved out and was generous enough to leave behind some stuff for us. Stuff, meaning piles of dog shit in the basement. The smell coming up through the house, from the basement, is ...WOW, I can't find the words to explain how completely nasty and overwhelming the smell is and how you have to pull your shirt up over your nose to stay inside for more than 30 seconds.

We have bleached the basement about four times now and the smell has changed from unbearable to highly stinky, but we are making progress. Getting the giant stock pile in the corner out is helping, since "we" missed that the first time around. ("We" as in Bob did the initial cleaning and swore it was very thorough...yeah, uh huh, okay.....) Naturely, I had to take over. What else is new?

It has been a busy few weeks of birthday parties, working, testing for the job I applied for, interviews, cleaning up doggie do do, shampooing carpets, dealing with Brooke's unwillingness to go to school cause she is still traumatized, ordering the tux and flowers for homecoming, fixing Travis's car, trying to find time to get to the other house to get it ready to be put on the market, darts, dodging collection calls, missing Ryan, and on and on. I am in need of a vacation and a good two hours in pogo spades, but have yet to find a way to do either.

I should be at the house painting or doing something constructive, but I imagine we will lay around watching football until we have to go to a friend's anniversary party and then off to work til 3am. Yippee! I got in some practice last night when Rod came for a visit and we drank some beer and chatted til 330am. So, time for phase one, football...Brooke is ready to go!!