So many of you know Current Husband and I put our house on the market last Wednesday. Holy Mother. Of course, when one lists a house on the market, it is time to finish all of those projects you wanted to finish in the previous few years. All I can say is thanks to the power of Prednisone, I have been on Roid Rage for the past 10 days.
I had this really funny post about all of the stuff that happened leading up to the open house, but CH came in and told me that I shouldn't blog about the house while we are trying to sell the house, so I had to delete it. I guess he has a point, but it's ALL I'VE BEEN DOING and I really have very little else to write about. Here is what got past the censor:
- I painted a few things.
- I only showered every couple of days. Or three.
- We had Taco Bell twice.
- I stripped Nancy Reagan (and this only got by because I already wrote about it.)
- I alienated my husband and frightened the kids and George the Superpet.
But the results have been sparkling! Too bad I didn't do these things over the past four years!
Here is some of my work:
New valance, new fluffy white towels
(DO NOT USE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH!)
and fresh white walls!
Suck it, Nancy Reagan! I win! The ceilings in here are 9 feet.
Arms up for the wallpaper death march!
The open house was scheduled for Sunday at 1 p.m., but on Wednesday we got a call from someone wanting to see it before the open house, on Saturday night at 7 p.m. POOF! There goes 18 extra hours to prepare for the open house. I popped a Prednisone, turned green, tore my shirt, flexed my biceps, and growled. Bring it, Mr. Clean, you are my wingman.
All the cleaning and sprucing in the world might not sell your house, so I decided it was time to turn to a power higher than paint fumes and steroids:
A lovely friend gave me this St. Joseph and brought YD a Happy Meal on showing day. Win-win. I felt like St. Joseph needed a little extra something for luck, so I told CH I was going to bury him with a mini bottle of Bailey's I had in the fridge, but CH thought that was sacrilegious and therefore detrimental to our cause. Again with the buzzkill, CH. So instead, I buried St. Joseph with some delicious raisins, because the Sun-Maid Raisin Girl is kind of cute and I thought they might hit it off.
He is happily ensconced in a garden bed near a cute little bunny nest.
Work your magic, St. Joseph, because I am still on steroids and am unstable, and I know where you are buried.
Tomorrow, Oldest Daughter and I are going to the midnight showing of Eclipse, because after all of this house stuff, I need me some Edward and some Dots. Can't wait!
Thanks again to Sarah, and thanks for sticking around, Wifers! I read all of your comments and appreciate your support! You people rock!