May 12, 2008

Yet Again

Mr. BBM talked to our realtor this morning. There’s still no word on the wishy-washy non-deciding people who are making me more cranky than usual. My realtor asked if we could have Open House number FOUR this weekend. He says he’ll be promoting it with a ton of directional signs, ads in the real estate and business sections of the paper and in the real estate weekly. Plus, the signs will go up early in the week, as opposed to last time.

Mr. BBM told our realtor he’d have to ask me if it was o.k. While still on the phone with him, he asked me and I made a face that could only mean one of two things: 1. I’m going to kill you now or 2. I’m going to kill you later. Mr. BBM took that to mean that it was o.k. with me. I guess I need to work on my "want to kill you" looks.

I’m sick and tired of cleaning my house like a mad woman so that random strangers (and lots of nosy neighbors-not those of you who read this blog) can come eat a handful of chocolates and traipse through my house with no intention of making an offer on it. I’m tired of baking cookies for these people and scrubbing little areas of my house that no normal person would ever clean. I’m sick of second-guessing everything about my house and feeling like our dream home is never going to happen. I’m trying to be positive and hopefully when the rain leaves this week, it will help me get in the right state of mind.

Our contingency agreement expires again on Friday and although I’m fairly certain our builder will extend the agreement, I’m tired of stressing about it and worrying about when we’ll be able to finally move. Maybe instead of cookies, I should serve strong mojitos and beer and tell our realtor to bring along a mortgage person. Maybe I should just make some jello shots instead. Beer goggles are a proven fact with people; maybe it would work with pink counter-tops as well.