Numer eight...
We had showing number eight today. Ho hum...
We are anxious, but not excited. This is becoming a PITA.
Someone who was in our home this afternoon must have taken a bath in her "scent" because the house reeked of perfume. And I think she took a wiz before she left because the scent was strongest in the bathroom and our "show" towel was wet. Can't begrudge her for needing to go, but going in an occupied house that is for sale is not something I would do if I could help it. Maybe she couldn't help it.
I don't mind strangers coming through our home to look around, but I don't like them leaving any evidence behind that they were here.
Guess I'm getting grumpy. I need to play golf this weekend and relax.
On a positive note, some folks we met in TV last winter are coming over for supper tomorrow night so I'm sure the converstaion will eventually turn to TV.
Thanks for letting me vent. I'll have a better attitude tomorrow...honest I will.
Dirigo
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Maine, 61.5 years. The Village of Liberty Park.
"Live life while you're alive, because when you're dead, you're dead a long time".- Roland Michael Curtis
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