We Have a Guest

A friend of Hubby's, I'll call him P, called earlier this evening. He was moving into a friends house this week and had headed over there this evening to bring some more "stuff" to the house. When he gets there he is greeted with changed locks and an eviction notice on the door.

Hubby, of course, doesn't ask the right questions so it is still up in the air whether P's "friend", was renting the house or just didn't pay his mortgage. I guess it doesn't matter, but what DOES matter is that P is a diabetic. And ALL his meds are in the house under someone else's lock and key. I told Hubby to have P call the police and tell them that if he didn't get into get his meds there WOULD be a medical emergency.

P just called back and the cops helped him "break into" the house to retreive his meds, a few clothes and a couple of his guitars, since he is a musician and that is part of his business. They told him that he would have to contact the courts tomorrow to get the rest of his stuff legally.

So now P has no place to stay. So we have opened up our humble home for the next couple days, I guess. P is a nice guy so I guess it will be okay.

I guess I have to stay dressed for the next couple days. No running around in my undies. DAMN!