Just when I thought it was safe to leave my dirty clothes on the floor, my real estate agent called again. It's becoming the story of my life. I clean. No one comes. I'm a slob, and they're beating down the door.Anyway, as I was saying, my agent called around 10 a.m. this morning to say that she had a real estate agent who wanted to show my house in 10 minutes. My response was simple, if not grammatically incorrect: "It ain't gonna happen." I was in my pajamas. I had dirty clothes and dishes everywhere. I still had not put up the futon or the linens from when my family had visited. Thanks to last night's storm, there were leaves scattered all over the floor downstairs, not to mention stinky, golden droplets upstairs. (I can't blame the dogs for not urinating outside during six hours worth of tornado warnings, thunder, hail, and lightening. If I was them, I wouldn't have done it either.)
My agent got snippy with me. "Well, how long are you going to need?" she snapped. "More than 10 minutes," I replied. She got me another hour and a half. Those extra 90 minutes didn't do me a whole lot of good. I made the bed, picked up the trash, shoved what dishes I could in the dishwasher, swept the kitchen floor, shoved everything else into closets and drawers, sprayed the pee spots, and showered. I didn't get to vacuum, steam clean, dust, or spray the house down with Febreeze. The entire time I kept thinking, "It's not going to matter if there is urine on the floor. It's not like they're going to show anyway."
Guess what. They did show, and early at that. Lovely. How much do you want to bet that the agent calls my agent and tells her that my house reeked of dirty dog and urine? Whatever. It's just one more reason for my agent to get snippy with me.
I plan on vacuuming and steam cleaning later. Of course, by doing so, I'm pretty much guaranteeing that no one will want to see the house all weekend long. At least I don't have to worry about freshening up the outside of my house as well. While my front porch could use a few hanging baskets, thanks to the wonders of vinyl siding and shutters, I don't have to worry about touching up peeling paint. If I did, I'd probably be even more stressed out than I already am.
Actually, if this house had had wood shutters when I bought it, I would have probably gone to a home improvement store or a web site like LarsonShutter.com and bought vinyl ones a long time ago. Larson Shutter Company makes it easy to do so, as it carries a wide assortment of vinyl, wood, and composite shutters at affordable prices. It also carries the hardware needed to hang the shutters, gable vents, and cupolas. Right now the site is having a 10 percent off sale on Dura Prene custom-sized shutters and offering free shipping on all orders over $99. That's a great deal!
What isn't a great deal? Try having your house on the market in this economy. I'm so over it. Apparently, so is my real estate agent because, after everything else this morning, I found out from Chase that my agent did not fax the short sale info to them until Friday the 13th, a good week or more after she told me that she was going to. In case you didn't read my previous post on the subject, Chase has anywhere from a 30 to a 90 day wait period for getting short sales approved. By dragging her feet, Little Miss Snippy Pants just put me even further down that waiting list. Thanks, Miss Snippy Pants. Remind me to recommend you to all my friends...or not.
