Well... Where to start? I got a call 2 nights ago that I had an emergency house cleaning for a rental. Okay... I told the woman (who happens to be my husband's aunt, and works for a property managment company) that I couldn't do it until Wednesday, after I moved around our normal houskeeping schedule. Okay... No problem there. It was very late notice though. I call my partner, and get everything arranged. The house was really bad, a trashed-up double-wide. They wanted it spotless. Did I mention it was trashed? It had storm windows. For those that know what I'm talking about, it's like doing windows 4 times over. Wipe the handprints off the walls... Okay...Doesn't sound too bad, no? These did not wipe off. They were grease stained hand prints, not the kind that wipes off. There was blood all over the floor, walls and spatters in the master bathroom, and blood in the bathroom. I do NOT want to know... Mice were happy there, because there was enough droppings to fill a large jar throughout the house. (haunta virus anyone) We scrubbed, we vaccuumed. we wiped and polished and did this for 11 hours straight. I did not get home until 11 last night. The job had to be finished that night, did I mention this was a rush job in which we had little notice? *laughs sarcasticly* To top it off, I guess my hubby did not realise that I was buying a goat, and he was ticked off and we got into it before I left for work that day. The real topper was, (sorry guys) mother nature decided to stop in for a visit as well. So, I was told to give a bill to her. After searching online for an invioce templet, I found one and typed it up. I'm on my way home an I get a livid phone call from the other lady that works there asking when I'm going to come back and finish the job. When I said we were done and not coming back because we already spent 11 hours there. We were told that they couldn't afford any more time last night. She tore me up one side and down the other! Some of my internet sales fell through. So my husband doesn't think that I can afford this goat, so he says I need to call the lady, which has already taken the goat off it's mother. *shrinks* I do have the money actually, I had it stashed in a secret savings account (mad money). But I don't know how to tell him I have the money. I already pulled the cash out of my account, so I have it in my purse. I was selling stuff online so I didn't have to pull the cash out, if I didn't have to. But I apparently did. Bleh.