I was up bright and early this morning and over at the apartment cleaning. Ack! The tennant took off in the middle of the night. We were in the middle of the eviction process--something about her being 7 months behind in rent forced us to be "unreasonable." So she bailed. No surprise. And the place was a wreck. No surprise.

But ewwww. Other people's nastiness is just no fun to clean. The gag reflex is strong when cleaning someone else's never cleaned fridge. I don't even know what I was cleaning.

And every room was covered in bent finishing nails, sequins and hair. I can't even begin to imagine why. Were we nailing sequins into our hair for the latest in trendy dos? Creating modern art to pay the rent by nailing bits of hair and sequins to things? (Obviously this didn't sell since she was 7 months behind) Scalping small sequined children one hair at a time with sharpened finish nails?

I can't even imagine.

But a few people came through to rent and a few people came through interested in buying the whole building (yes!).

Our new and improved and, according to the men in my life, slighlty insane counteroffer went in this morning for our new house. I think they are starting to understand that we are going to get that house and they need to make that happen or they are going to be the next victims of the finishing nails and sequins.

Afternoon Fall Ball today. We're playing the mean coaches' team**. Con is looking forward to picking off a runner or two and getting a little bit of revenge.