Have you ever lived in your home while it was For Sale? It's pure torture. Seriously, gorging my eyeballs out my head couldn't be any worse!
Today I was up in Sandy having my sista take care of my roots. When who should call? You guessed it, the realtor. Long story short, I had about an hour to get this place shining like the top of the Chrysler Building. Is that place really even shiny? Now, it's not like we live in complete filth. But, we LIVE here- some more than others if you know what I mean. I nearly killed myself but I got it done and my chirren (shout out to my southern relatives) helped without too many threats. He he, it's always so nice when you can start pulling the Christmas card, "Santa has already started watching..."
Now here's the worst part: I sit here asking myself why I don't just kill myself for an hour each day and have a dang sparkly house all the time. Maybe I'll try it. I'll let ya know.