The End

Well, not quite, but almost.

And please note I'm going to try to keep this short.

Thursday
- we take off for Iowa for the weekend.
- the unofficial and unapproved roommate gets a notice that she has to be out Sunday by noon.
- after giving the unapproved roommate the boot, the landlords give the official tenant one last chance and go over all the points on the lease where she is in default
- after that two hour conversation between the landlord and the tenant, the landlord find out the official and approved tenant (and teacher at a private, and very expensive school, might I add) apparently sold pot to an undercover cop and the cops are going to bust her on Friday

Friday
- we're blissfully unaware of all of this, and being extremely well fed in Des Moines. And let me tell you, there is truth behind the construction/drinking stereotype. Those guys could really put it away.
- the cops show up when the tenant is at work, yet the roommate is around with a couple of other people (boyfriends and the like), but doesn't respond when the cops knock. The cops try the key given to them from the landlord, only to find the door chained. They use the battering ram on the front door, and on a bedroom door, as the people that were here opted to lock themselves in a bedroom. All who are here are hauled off in cuffs. Then they go to arrest the tenant at the school.

So, we learn about all of this on Sunday when we finally talk to the landlord. The upstairs tenant is willing to be out by this Saturday instead of being evicted, so we won't have to deal with her much longer.

Oh, and we had a good time in Iowa. Brent's training was a little on the dull side, but that was to be expected. Basically it was a free trip to go see family, eat a ton of food and share war stories and commiserate with others whom go through this whole crazy moving every two years or so thing.