Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Cat Shark





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As you might or might not remember, the house is on the market. Eight o'clock Sunday morning the phone rings for a 12:30-2:30 showing. We run around like crazy cleaning the house and getting the yard in shape. Of course, if we'd stayed on top of the house and yard we wouldn't be in frenzy mode but where's the fun in that?  We leave the premises at 12:30.  At 2:30 the phone rings again. The call service tells us the realtor is running behind and needs to move the showing back to 2:45-4:45. We've cleaned for four hours, been out of the house for two hours and looking at staying out of the house for another two hours, and all we want to do is go home. So I ask if we can narrow it down to either 2:45-3:45 or 3:45-4:45. The attendant says, 'Oh that won't be necessary. She's just running about fifteen minutes late, she'll be out of the house by 3:00."  Shoot me now.

6 comments:

Shelley Munro said...

Oy, I hate that. I've refused to move again :)

Pat Hatt said...

Moving sucks most times, all the crap you have to go to lol at the cat

CJ Kennedy said...

When we were looking at the house we live in now, the owner was sunbathing in the backyard! Awkward! I guess technically she was out of the house.

Sandra Cox said...

Shelley, you're a wise woman.

Sandra Cox said...

Hey Pat, Yup it does. Yours is in the rear view mirror now isn't it?

Sandra Cox said...

Hi CJ, Too funny: 'technically out of the house'.