Eating My Words

Forget everything I said about my landlords yesterday, except the part about how nice they were to let Mom and Dad stay in their cottage. Even though they did take my cleaning supplies and make it hard for me to wash my car yesterday, all is forgiven because... get this... I don't have to go scrub the house on Monday. We went over today to check on things (well, mostly to see if they had brought our stuff back) and our landlady was there painting the walls. When I told her that I had been planning to clean on Monday, she said, "Oh, no. No problem. No need. I do." I tried to tell her I'd clean, but she insisted. So how awesome is that? I just have to show up at 3:00 to have the base people check us out. Tim says I overreacted. He's right, of course. Sorry.