Tuesday, July 11, 2006
My least favorite part.
My least favorite part of moving is the people that come to see your home so they can be the next renters/buyers. In our last place we had to be out of the house everytime someone came to see it because it was being sold and we had to have it spic and span. This time around our landlords are looking to rent so it's a little more laid back. I had planned on being out of the house but Belle had a rough night last night and we were just doing lunch when they came in. Since Belle had a rough night, so did I and I was still in my schlumpadink clothes, unshowered and looking rather haggard I'm sure. I had managed to tidy the whole house and give the bathroom a really good clean last night, so the only room not looking so good was the kitchen, (the floors need a good wash). I didn't think much of it, reminding myself they're here to rent the place not me. Our landlord came in and started talking to Belle and then the potential renters came in, three hot college guys!! Ohmigosh. Here I am looking like death warmed over watching Treehouse TV and feeding a toddler who never got dressed this morning. Not that I'm looking to rent a college guy or anything, but why oh why couldn't they have been nice old people looking to downsize? Note to self, shower before the next potential renters come by.
Posted by Amanda Franks at 12:41 PM