Come back, Marita!
You too, WT!
We survived our kid weekend.

I was so mad last night, I couldn't even bear to post.
My birthday was back on May 21st, but my mom decided to do my birthday dinner last night.
About 1 pm, Anthony went out the door and when he came back, the door wouldn't close.
The lock part was stuck and no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't get the door shut. So Tammy started paging the maintenance man and stayed in the apartment with Quentin while I went swimming with Jeanne and Anthony.
Many hours later, the maintenance man still has not called.
So I go to his apartment and the apartment manager's apartment and knock with no answer.
I take the door knob apart, spray everything with WD-40 and try to force it - no luck.
Finally at 5 I call my parents and tell them I need help.
My dad shows up around 6 and tries the same stuff I did - no luck.
So what do we do? We pile into the car and leave the door open.
I also had to leave the puppies because three kids and two puppies would've been too much.
Anyway, we came back after about an hour and a half and everything was fine.
But I was still mad.
Tammy eventually finds the maintenance guy and gets him to fix the door at about 9 pm.
It sucked real bad.
But I'm ok today!
