Yikes. I have a pimple on my flipping ear. GAWD. I stop getting acne on my face and then I get this painful blemish on my blasted ear. FAN-FREAKING-FAN-TABULOUS! Ouch. Pain. Freaking hell. Whatever. I am sure you typed my URL to hear about my red, shiny, Rudolph-like pimple. It.hurts.like.the.devil. I feel like everyone is looking at it and for the love of Christmas, it is hard not to.
We met with our new real estate agent and broker. We are going to sell our house. What a roller-coaster ride from last year’s experience. So far, everything is feeling right. We are excited about the prospects of a new home and a new baby. Wow! What a lot of exciting future to look forward to. We are happy with both broker and agent.
Scary too! We have the potential of having people drop in at any time. With a two-year old pulling every toy out of the toy box and swishing the toilet without any prompting (which results in water all over the bathroom. This usually ensues when I am busy cleaning smooshed banana or trying to brush my teeth), I am almost paralyzed with fear about the next few months could have in store for us. How in the hell is this house going to be ready for anyone! at anytime! just stopping by! just traipsing through our house!
I have no idea how it will work out, but the prospect of a bigger home is something we have to deal with NOW! We outgrew this house a long time ago. We have been so comfortable with our little house and have done the best to make it work…buy it from us though, would you? 🙂
We are in it for the long hall.
I have no pictures this round. Bummer me.