The Horton Home

Quincey runs our home. She is all that and a bag of chips. She talks a hundred miles an hour and loves to break things that matter. She says prayers very well and even shouts "amen" at the end- she would make a great baptist. Her lease is up but we have decided to keep her even though doesn't sleep at night. If you ask her, "who is a stinkpot?" she will answer, "me!"