Sooooo....evidently one of the dogs had an "upset stomach" last night...and I got to clean up after it this morning...twice.
Then, heading upstairs to work after cleaning up said dog mess, stepped (barefoot, thank you) into a gigantic nasty cat hairball.
Shrugged it off, cleaned all morning to make the house perfect for the "great prospect" who was coming to look at it....
Yea well....she didn't show up...changed her mind cuz a friend of a friend of a a friend of a what-the-heck-ever had a hard time selling a house on this street and she doesn't want to get locked in.
Course, the realtor called me about that this afternoon AFTER I got all the cleaning done
Looks like I own another rental property
