While Visions of Aliens Danced in Their Heads

The tenants are not completely moved out yet. No one slept there last night but I feel totally taken advantage of. We received a note yesterday asking for one more day. I tore around the house screaming before I settled down and agreed with The Husband that yes, there was nothing we could do. It's ok. We weren't planning on showing it until late this weekend and no one is waiting to move in. I left a note next door this morning stating that we had been more than generous and that they take that into consideration when they leave the apartment; i.e. the place better be spotless and I better not have to bring any trash to the curb.


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The wind blew hard last night waking me up around 3 AM. I was sure that someone was next door and listened hard for a while before turning on Coast to Coast with George Noory. If I couldn't fall asleep, I might as well listen to the crazies who call in about aliens and trapped dinosaurs in their living rooms. Even though I walked over three miles yesterday, I still had a hard time sleeping straight through the night. I'm hoping this will change.

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My mother has submitted a prediction about the gender of my baby. She thinks it's a boy. She's got a 50/50 shot but she's probably right. Mothers are always right.