So it's official: we are no longer living in the House From Hell. We got everything moved out by Sunday and Mr. K and I cleaned the horrible house as best we could. The last of our stuff was delivered ever so kindly by our friend to our new place probably around 7 Sunday night. It's been a long couple of days, but thankfully we're rid of that place. But not before it could get its last jab in.
As I said, Mr. K, our friend and I went back to the house on Sunday after having a very exhausting Saturday. Mr. K and I cleaned the place and our friend brought a load of things we weren't able to get the day before to the new place. I scrubbed the kitchen counters, sink, stove top and the island. I also attacked both bathrooms and even gave the tiles in the shower a good scouring. Meanwhile, Mr. K swept up sand/dog fur/shredded paper, mopped the floors and then went over them again with a vaccuum. We both filled a million garbage bags and dragged them out to the curb. Okay, maybe it wasn't a million, but it sure felt like it. Mr. K and our friend also checked the backyard over for holes and filled them in where necessary. Our furry little friends like to dig down to the cooler sand when its hot out and made quite a mess back there. At one point, Mr. K and I took a break, waiting for our friend to return with the shovel and vaccuum. We went out and sat on the front porch to enjoy the sunshine. It was a gorgeous day and we were both grateful the rain held off. We sat and chatted, remembering what we actually liked about the place. It was our first living space together as a married couple and so I guess it will always hold some kind of sentimental value that way, but we could also remember a lot of things we didn't like about it. I think teh house heard because when Mr. K leaned forward to get up, the front porch ripped the shorts he was wearing. Has anyone heard of a vindictive house? Well, I think I found one. LOL
Needless to say, we are much happier where we are now. We are kind of having to re-potty train the Dachshunds as the place is quite large and I think they think the carpet is a gigantic pee pad, but they're starting to get better and I am getting better at remembering to let them out excessively to ensure they potty outside.
Other than that, and the air conditioning unit needing to be charged, we love it here. We even got out yesterday and worked Roscoe and Glacier down to a little Mexican restaurant we found sort of by accident. The food is delicious and more than reasonably priced, so I'm sure we'll be heading back there sooner than later. Glacier did great navigating around parked cars, over uneven terrain and along sidewalkless roads.
So, even though the House From Hell managed to get in one last attack, I think we've won the war. :)