Aargh! Anyone want a loaner husband?  How about a dog for hire?  Did I mention that said dog has diarrhea because of something said husband fed the dog?  What do you think about the fact that when I went to get our Wet Jet mop to clean up the *ahem* mess I found that somebody, no names please to protect the not so innocent, had managed to break it.  Since I had never used it yet and said husband had solemnly promised never to use it, the only logical explanation must be that we have a ghost... 

I managed to gerryrig a temporary solution which involved a lot of extra work and unhappiness, which led me to my next discovery.  Someone had managed to melt the kitchen linoleum in a few places.  After ruling out our ghost or lack of air-conditioning (although it has felt hot enough) I think I have pieced together what happened.  Apparently someone had decided not to bother with a pot holder and just placed the pots directly on the floor.  Double sigh!

I won't go into any of my other sad woes but it has already been a very long and hard week and it probably isn't going to get much better.  Pat is at day 29 and so this is the week we talk to the guardians.  Wish me luck, I'm goin' to bed before I find any more "surprises"...