I tried to do a load of laundry this morning like a good wifey and the door fell off of my worthless piece of crap front loading washer. Maybe this is the universes way of informing me that I am not meant to do laundry. I am sure there are at least a couple of blogs out there dedicated to my hatred of my front loading HE washing machine. Those of you that missed them are just going to have to use the blogger search tool. Well at six am that is the most exciting thing that has happened all day.
  It's property tax time once again (as if the broken washer wasn't an exciting enough read). We identified 3 of our houses that are valued way over market value. One of which is the house that the Dickersons used to inhabit. We haven't done anything to this house in years so it is somewhat in disrepair. The current tenant has a huge pit bull in the back yard so she had to go into the backyard and take pics for me. She claimed it was because she "didn't trust the dog". Now I have seen plenty of dogs humping peoples legs but as a testament to my wicked sense of humor I thought I would share this with you. The entire time she was back there the freaking dog was non stop on her leg on her back when she bent over. It was insane, She isn't a small women but it was a challenge for her to peel that damn thing off of her. I laughed so hard I almost peed myself. I would have filmed it but she had my camera.
  The tree that the Dickerson's planted is huge, even bigger than last year. I'll post another pic on Brandy's wall.