Weblog of Nadine

I'm melting.  Eh.....maybe not but It certianly feels like it.  It feels as if I was slowely softening and dissolving  into a big liquid pool of  ???? on the clean kitchen floor. 

We worked so hard to get the place up to par - to pass the housing assistance inspection.  Then the gentelman shows up - takes about two or three steps in side.  - takes a very quick glance around and procedes to ask me questions, while he rapidaly check off the answer before I have a chance to say any thing. He  promply anounces PASSED and walks out.

I'm still thinking Duh.......................?????? What was that?????