ALAS, I am vindicated; SC finally saw the Iguana Don and my very own little Elliot Ness captured and deported him. SC is my hero. His next project is to finally find out how these prehistoic creatures are entering our abode.

While I am basking in the knowledge that the house is again dragon free, I am not resting on my laurels. I know at any moment a long lost relative of our former unwanted guests could visit, sending me into a tizzy...for now though I can return to my domestic duties (wait a minute).

Well, it has been almost 2 years and I thought we had seen the last of Iguana Don especially since we found his cold, dead, petrified body behind the sewing machine....WELLLLLL I see he sent word before he died because today his cousin from the old country showed up in the laundry room, with luggage. I proptly called SC and told him we were moving, I left a voice mail anyway. He has not called me back. He must think I am joking.

Since today is Saturday it is laundry day, what do you suppose are the chances I am setting foot in the laundry room EVER again. If your guess was FREAKING NEVER you would be close. This opens a whole realm of problems...no clean clothes, no food, as the pantry is also out there, OH and I can never take another shower since the master bathroom is also through the laundry room. On the upside I suppose I will lose weight so I can buy new clothes.....they will go to the laundry mat.