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"I want ice cream!"

This is what my baby girl asked for first thing this morning. Unfortunately (or fortunately) we don't have any in the house and we are sans car. We won't have Lance (and the suburban) back until Thursday.

This leaves me plenty of time to finish cleaning the house and get done what needs to be done. The family we thought (hoped) was going to rent the house, didn't call last night so I'm assuming that they didn't choose our house. We're still waiting to hear from the second family.

Ok....back to work. Really, this is fun. Uh huh.

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