The WORST landlords

Holy cow busy this month.  What with parents teacher conferences, out of town trips, and work work work- it seems we haven't been home before 10 or 11 in three weeks.  I don't even remember the last time I turned on Glenn Beck.  

So a few updates, pics to follow:

We are the worst landlords- we replaced the AC control the day before we left and come to find out, it doesn't work.  Our amazing renters have been sweating it to death (and probably swearing it to death too) for three weeks.   I feel wretched.  They will definitely be getting a $200 discount this month.  Poor things!!!!!!  Note to self, this is yet another example of why I should actually use my cell phone... or at least take it with me once in while (I  HATE talking on the phone so I never turn it on- did you know that about me? Probably thought I was just screening you all this time.  Nope, I don't even use it!  It's not you- it's phones in general).

Second- we hit the five year-no kids mark.  YIPEE!  More later.  Quinn scored big points.  He bought me a designer BETTIE PAGE!!!!!!!

Last:  I got this mysterious letter in the mail that said all Dixie High Cheer alum can come and dance at 1/2 time this Friday.  I thought,"What the heck," and went to learn the dance tonight.  I am totally the oldest by several years, but the insane part is that this dance is no breeze.  It's way totally hard.  There's enough hip shaking and chest thrusting to suit a night club.  I was sweating profusely by minute 5.  Seriously, this dance was not meant for the faint of heart- or advanced in years.  I'm giving it my best go.... but, unfortunately the uniform is a no go.  Honestly, I couldn't get my left but check in that thing... not that I've tried.  It's in storage. Really- I can't even remember what 112 looked like, let alone felt like.  View my complete feelings about this non-walk-in-the-park on the fabulous JNAC blog.