Showing the house

The house has been listed for about 2 1/2 weeks now. Or is it 3 1/2? I can't remember. I do know that we had not had so much as a drive by slowly-er and I was getting frustrated. I did check the website daily and it was getting several hits. But like I said, most of them were from me. Whatever. I should have known that today would be the day that it would be shown. Want to know how I know that? It rained, and my house only seems to ever be shown when it's raining. Our stinking open house last year was on the rainiest day of the year. It's just ridiculous.

This morning, at 9:40am, as I'm clomping around the house looking like a crackwhore, the realtor that listed our house last time, called me. I was afraid to answer, because I've been dreading that moment that we see each other and she smacks me around and tells me how much I suck for not using her again. But she never showed the house when she listed it, and she pretty much sucked so there you go. Anyway, she calls me and tells me that she wants to show it at 10:30am. Less than an hour away. Fortunately we've been pretty on top of keeping things up around here, and I just needed to do a few things. But I was doing them with little Sam Sam and my Sydney following me around undoing them. I managed to get out the door by 10:27am. With all three of my wet dogs in tow. At 10:40am, she calls me and tells me that they weren't going to look at it. Bitch.

I KNOW that skank did that on purpose. I know she did. So I came in and got ready to take my GG to run some errands. Sydney didn't want to go, so Andy offered to stay at the house with her. Apparently, while I was out, someone pulled a "drop by". She claims to have left me a message but she didn't. And she didn't leave a card, which is sort of odd. No big deal, the house was ready to show, right? Yeah, well the dogs weren't ready for the house to show.

When a leaf falls on the ground, all my dogs go insane. My border collie will nearly bust through the window, my rat terrier will bark incessantly with a very high pitched shrill sound. And Taco will antagonize both of them and inevitably the two females will start to fight. And it's not the walking around stiff legged, growling fight. It's full on mauling and hair flying everywhere. I don't think there were any fights, but there was a lot of barking. She managed to get the dogs outside, and the two ladies came through and then left.

I had Andy take the dogs to my moms, because my GG wanted to shop. And I never turn down a shopping trip with my GG. She's got champagne taste on a champagne budget, if you know what I mean. So I left the house lit up like a Christmas tree, and everything perfect. But no one else came by. Why would they? I was prepared.

I did get a call in the middle of fighting some grouchy chick over a pair of Ecko maryjanes at Dillards. Another realtor is showing my house tomorrow. I'm hoping this is the beginning of something beautiful. I hope that while we are away next week on vacation, 200 people come through here. I don't even care if they look in my underwear drawer. I'm just ready for this to be over and done with. Wherever we decide to move to, I'm making sure that it's the house I will die in, because I don't ever want to have to sell a house again.

PS. GG and I got matching bitch red Liz Claiborne bags today. I also got some slammin' shoes for spring. Score one for the big girl.