Hubs and I realized the other day that we have a very serious situation going on now in our 2nd home in Florida, that demands some immediate attention.
We may even have to call in "the authorities."
Our problem? We've got squatters.
Yup - we've got some people that have moved into our house and are showing no signs of leaving.
And who can blame them? The temperatures in southwest Florida have been in the 70's and 80's this week...while back here in the frozen tundra of the Midwest, we're shivering in 13 degree-temperatures and snowstorm after snowstorm after snowstorm. On top of below-zero wind chills.
It's a good thing I know and love these squatters. They're my parents, after all...so I guess I won't call the authorities on them and have them forcibly evicted.
My folks live just a few miles from me here in Kansas City - but since it was their 50th wedding anniversary a few weeks ago, we handed them the keys to the Florida house and told them to go south for a bit and have fun.
I don't think they looked back as they grabbed those keys and FLEW down to Ft Myers.
What, don't they like sub-zero temperatures? Not to mention all of the joy of shoveling? And shoveling some more?
My dad called today and said they're not coming home. In fact, they've got an appointment with a realtor this afternoon to look at property themselves.
Seems they've now been bitten by that Florida bug - and with a 70-degree swing in temperature - to the negative! - if they come home, who can blame them?
In the meantime, I'm sitting here, under an electric blanket with a space heater blasting - as they call me every day and brag about their trip to the beach where they were sunburned and how the palm trees are swaying in the breeze.
Gotta' love 'em.
And I'm glad they're having some fun in the sun.