As DH was leaving to look at the car, I said, "I'm going to jump in the shower. But just wait, someone will want to look at the house as I'm showering." Lo and behold, I'm in the shower for about 5 minutes and my phone starts going off like crazy. It's DH to tell me that a Realtor wants to show the house and no big deal if I can't right now, they can come back later (like 5:00). I'm thinking I will never turn a prospect away, so I run around the house (half-nekkid, mind you
) trying to stage it all up and get the dogs into the car so peeps can look at the house. I'm crossing my fingers that maybe these will be our lucky buyers...(and thinking maybe I need to go buy a lottery ticket with that kind of psychic talent). ![]()
Re: Murphy's Law, table of 1