We moved into a new rental house on Tuesday. It is only for a week. We thought this was going to be the last week before we get to finally move into our new home but it is now looking like we might have to find a spot for another week. So this house we booked cause it is super close to our daughters school. It looked really cute online and has just the basics we need...2 beds, 1 bath a little kitchen and washer and dryer. Turns out the home is a lot more "rustic" then we had thought. The home is from the 1940 and the shower is just big enough to fit your 90 year old Grandma. The poor hubby can't even turn around in it. The shower head just dripped water. Luckily we travel with our own shower head so the hubby was able to switch that bad-boy out. The bathroom window lacked privacy and the home behind would be able to watch us in the bathroom anytime the sun went down. So I taped up some paper towels for privacy. And then to add a creepy/strange twist to the house we open up a kitchen cabinet to find one lone Michael Jackson collectible just chilling. We tried to open it but couldn't. Not sure I even want to know what is inside that bad boy........