Here We Go Again

Today, I have a realtor coming to discuss pricing our house for sale.  I reached out to her on Friday.  She finally got back to me Friday night, giddy, after putting together a million dollar deal, earlier that day.  She talked, a lot.

She was going to try and fit me in Saturday, in between her million dollar deal contract signing, and taking her three dogs to the shore for a vet visit. It’s long story, but I’m sure she would tell you if you asked.

I told her not to rush, Monday would be just fine.  She took this as a sign that I was an understanding human being.  She has no idea that I needed two days to clean my house, even though I vaguely said, “Monday’s fine.  That will give me some time to clean up.”  To which she replied, “You don’t have to clean for me.”

Welcome to the toy room!

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,ha,ha………………………………………………….she has no idea.

Of course, the last time I heard that same phrase, pictures were snapped “just for reference,” and not so flattering images of my house ended up all over  I believe one even included a roll of toilet paper on a counter.  It took a few weeks of pestering, and ultimately, emailing them my own pictures, to get it changed.

That was my first indication that we had made a big mistake with our last choice of realtor.  Well, not quite.  The long fingernails, that appeared as we were signing the listing agreement, was the first sign that things were amiss. Yuck!

Anyhow, as of this morning, my house is 99% guest worthy.  It needs to be 100% by the end of the day.  You know what I’ll be doing, today.

Wish me luck and a speedy sale.  I can’t take another long, drawn out, only to be disappointed, ordeal.

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