We have had another visit from the realtor gods.
I was hoping that we had made them mad last week
when they wanted to take a stroll through our home
on a two hour notice. (Yes they are still trying that).
Clearly my rejection of this proposal meant I wasn't the least
bit interested in selling, and they would steer all potential buyers
to the properties that were actually for
sale.
I didn't expect to here from them ever again.
Disengaged seller that I am.
Once again, all plans for a normal evening, you know,
eating a meal, relaxing, exercising the dogs, showering, sleeping,
was all taken away in a puff of smoke once the gods gave their notice.
I never thought of myself as anal, until I caught myself diving after
a piece of dry leaf the size of a fingernail that inadvertently came in
from outside, on a shoe, while shouting "I told you to levitate!"
Anyone have a name of a good counselor?
I am seriously concerned that I began hyperventilating
while walking each area of our three story house sniffing for odors.
The girls had to slap me to get me to take a normal breath.
That is why you slapped me, isn't it girls?
The cats enjoyed watching us like we were some kind of wound up mice.
But when they got chastised for pooping in the liter box they
decided we took things too far and proceeded to run across every
freshly straightened bedspread in the house.
The dogs were on their own. I caught Tess doing push-ups in her
pen to stay in shape, and Ramzey, he just sat staring at the neighbors
houses, wishing to someday find a real home,
where a dog could be a dog.
After a while, we all joined Ramzey...and wished...
So, tonight, right after I move all our beds into the garage
where we will be living from now on
as to not mess up the house,
I think we will send up a burnt offering to the realtor gods,
asking them kindly to please use all of the time allotted for the
15 minute walk-through.
You see, not only am I anal and prone to hyperventilating,
but I am also a stalker.
Yes, I observed all of it from afar.
It took a sum total of 9.5 minutes.
Two minutes were spent trying to unlock their own lockbox
and they were back out on the porch again in 7.5 minutes flat.
Five bedroom, three levels, garage and shop - 7.5 minutes.
Come
on!
Highlights people,
highlights!