I'd go w/ what might be longer term tenant.

After watching and waiting I finally got pulled into a game a Binion's, back when it was still Binion's (now it belongs to Four Queens.)

LMFAO :oops: :beer: <<<-------Robert Drinking coffee, fu--ck em all Gene, we are bullet proof

"Not quite, it belongs to my company BUT they have been thinking about selling this for ages and everything will be approved and everything will be fine and there'll be no problems and ..."

My tenant may up and move her own belongings in the middle of the night, which would be great, but what if she doesn't.  

It does not belong to you.

I teach people to think, but you know what they say about a horse - you can lead it to water, but you can't make it drink :)In this thread alone, several strategies have been put in front of you.  

My mother and my uncle co-own a house that belonged to my grandmother.

The Wark o' the Weavers We're all met together here t' set and t' crackWi' oor glasses in oor hands and oor wark upon oor backAnd there's no' a traede among them a' can either men' or makIf it wasnae for the wark o' the weaversChorus: If it wasnae for the weavers, what would we doWe wouldnae hae claeth maede o' oor woo'We wouldnae hae a coat, neither black nor blueGin it wasnae for the wark o' the weavers The hireman chiels, they mock us and crack aye abootsThey say that we are thin faced, bleached like clootsAnd yet for all their mockery, they canna dae wi'ootsNa, they wanna want the wark o' the weavers (Chorus)There's oor wrichts and oor slaters and glaziers and a'Oor doctors and oor ministers. and them that live bae lawAnd oor friens in Sooth Americae, though them we never sawBut we cannae wear the wark o' the weavers(Chorus)Oor sailo's and oor so'diers, we can they're all bauldBut if they hadnae claes, faith, they couldnae fecht for cauldThe high and low, the rich and pair, a' body young and auldThey wanna want the wark o' the weavers(Chorus)There's folk that's independent o' aither tra'esman warkThe women need nae barbers and dykers need nae clerkBut none o' them can dae wi' oot a coat or a sarkNay, they wanna want the wark o' the weavers(Chorus)The weavin' is a trade that never can failAs lang 's we need ae cloot to keep another haleSo let us aye be merry out a bikker o' guid aleAnd drink tae the health o' the weavers(Chorus)

You and I didn't have mommy and daddy paying for us to go binge drink at some resort university, so don't expect that party atmosphere.