The Missus Upstages Grosse and Quade At Unit B44

The missus upstages Grosse and Quade at unit b44... for upcoming June 2023 inspection/violation. Countdown triggers nails bitten down to quick geesh if only Mary Poppins could pull off cheap trick or think super tramping Glinda courtesy film Wizard of Oz Good Witch of the North riding at light speed in nick of time travelling on her state of the art broomstick unfortunately they long since retired courtesy formerly the Banks residence rather slick at 17 Cherry Tree Lane, London England ruler of the Quadling Country South of the Emerald City, and protector of Princess Ozma holed up in their respective bailiwick. Rural housing authority requires every occupant renting an apartment to have their living space inspected yearly deemed safe and secure place to live scheduled to place here at 2 Highland Manor on Tuesday June 13th Wednesday June 14th and Thursday June 22nd. Hence unpleasant inspection scheduled at least once per year. A trio of persons comprising Property Manager Regional Property Manager and Maintenance Man (Pamela Floreen, Lia Varley Wacker, and Richard Jette respectively). A loud rap on the door signals their unwelcome arrival (cue suspenseful music) before their collective (soulful) gaze turns toward: the kitchenette, stealing a peek (rifle) into refrigerator, at stove, cupboards, assessing utility room housing hot water heater testing smoke detector in bedroom scanning bathroom all the while reserving right to take pictures inside our master quarters where we feel enslaved, whereby absolute zero personal property we utilize not considered off limits to inquisitive troupe constituting above identified higher ups if necessary to hire 1-800-GOT-JUNK. Now no time for shriving sergeants to craft inane verse, cuz tis down to brass tacks yours truly cannot relax until he and the wife align figurative ducks courtesy ventriloquism acts issues convincing quacks, plus suddenly magically enlivened neatly arrayed knickknacks (give your dog a bone) threatened with receiving bonafide paddy whacks if said tchotchkes misbehave and exhibit buffoonish antics subsequently summoned, instructed, and commanded to complete x squared jumping jacks otherwise sent to fabled boot camp superfluous unwanted playthings recruited by Salvation Army filling out ranks of toy story abominable barracks.