So who on my street wants us to leave so badly that they are putting up signs around the neighborhood directing potential buyers to our house? I have put up one sign in front of our house...but there is a mysterious one at the top of our street...who would do such a thing?
All fingers point to the neighbor with the yappy dog. But seriously, all you have to do to help our house sell is keep your dog inside...and you too for that matter!
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Not everything is included
House on Market...Day 1
4 pamphlets taken...and one went to my nosy neighbor down the street who asked me to give it to him so he didn't have to get out of his car. Does he know that it cost me $1 to color copy one of those things???
1 showing....things were going swimmingly until the end. I bribed darling son to sit on our bed and eat a picnic and watch Cars. He did well while "mommy's friends" inspected the closets, pantry, and bedrooms. In fact he did SO well that he neglected to tell me that he had to go potty. So imagine the potential buyers surprise when they went to check out the master bedroom and bath and they found naked boy standing in a puddle of pee.
No, as much as you ask, you cannot have the naked boy OR the pee if you buy the house. They are both all mine!
4 pamphlets taken...and one went to my nosy neighbor down the street who asked me to give it to him so he didn't have to get out of his car. Does he know that it cost me $1 to color copy one of those things???
1 showing....things were going swimmingly until the end. I bribed darling son to sit on our bed and eat a picnic and watch Cars. He did well while "mommy's friends" inspected the closets, pantry, and bedrooms. In fact he did SO well that he neglected to tell me that he had to go potty. So imagine the potential buyers surprise when they went to check out the master bedroom and bath and they found naked boy standing in a puddle of pee.
No, as much as you ask, you cannot have the naked boy OR the pee if you buy the house. They are both all mine!
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Sick...in the head!
OK, really, you are killing me.
Let me preface this with...I LOVE my husband. (I have to say that so that when he reads this he doesn't instantly make me go back to work and stop writing about him!)
But what is it about men and their ability to handle sickness?
Rewind 14 weeks when my pregnancy started and I would say..."I really don't feel well today" What is my ideal response? "I'm sorry honey, what can I do?" Instead...I get "Yeah, me too, my stomach is acting up."
UHHH...unless those medical devices you are selling do something totally radical...you ARE NOT sick like me! But feel free to jump on the bandwagon.
Fast forward to this week where my son and I have suffered (and I mean suffered) the stomach bug. It has not been pretty, and darling hubby did do a good job taking care of us on Sunday. But come Monday night...lordy can't you see it coming????
"My stomach doesn't feel right"
Well let me tell you buddy...with a Captain Morgan's and Gingerale in one hand and a cigar in the other...you aren't getting much sympathy from me.
Let me preface this with...I LOVE my husband. (I have to say that so that when he reads this he doesn't instantly make me go back to work and stop writing about him!)
But what is it about men and their ability to handle sickness?
Rewind 14 weeks when my pregnancy started and I would say..."I really don't feel well today" What is my ideal response? "I'm sorry honey, what can I do?" Instead...I get "Yeah, me too, my stomach is acting up."
UHHH...unless those medical devices you are selling do something totally radical...you ARE NOT sick like me! But feel free to jump on the bandwagon.
Fast forward to this week where my son and I have suffered (and I mean suffered) the stomach bug. It has not been pretty, and darling hubby did do a good job taking care of us on Sunday. But come Monday night...lordy can't you see it coming????
"My stomach doesn't feel right"
Well let me tell you buddy...with a Captain Morgan's and Gingerale in one hand and a cigar in the other...you aren't getting much sympathy from me.
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