For any of you who read my post yesterday, you'll know that I spent it complaining about having to clean the house so that another realtor can show it to another client who won't buy it. I admitted to the world that I and my family live like slobs, and lamented that they'd have to haul our cold dead bodies out of here because it'll never sell.
Well, guess what? The irony is that these people made an offer on it. Go figure. Just when we've completely given up and become unrepentently jaded, fate steps in and says "gotcha" (which, of course, fate is wont to do. That's why they call her fickle).
Now we have to find somewhere to live. Tomorrow, the search begins....
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Ha! Another reason not to clean all the time...you'll sell your house when you're supposed to, no matter the condition. Now, that makes me smile as I step over the stacks around my house. :)
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