Day 3 update: Sorry I wasn't around to much yesterday, The wife and I took her employees to brunch at a nice resort casino here and we got a room and stayed the night. They have a great cigar lounge, very nice restaurants and we had an excellent time, until we returned to our home, or what I now affectionately refer to as "Hell House"!
As I walked through the door this morning upon our return, I suddenly felt myself transforming into Colonel Kurtz from Apocalypse Now as I begun mumbling "The Horror, The Horror".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNUr__-VZeQ
My front entry rug has become a dog urine receptacle. The grout under the dining table was now a stream of yellow tributaries flowing , as best I can tell, toward the pacific. There are half eaten dog treats strewn about the house. I will spare you the details of how the house smells as I will leave that to your imagination.
My MIL tried to make me believe it was our dog who has been soiling the entry rug, a feat she has yet to accomplish in the last eight years, and as I got down on my hand and knees to clean the tributaries under the table, my MIL's husband, who was seated at the table using his laptop, would not move his feet so that I could clean under them.
They just left to go look at homes and took their 3 dogs with them. I will continue to clean the house now that they are gone as soon as I am done cleaning my hunting rifles.
