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What The Hell

Are these people doing in my house?!?!?! Kevin and I got home around the same time this afternoon, and lo and behold, there are three strangers standing in my kitchen. Sure, we knew the appraiser was coming today, and that was no big deal, but when I come home only to find the buyer and her son standing there with the inspector, I lost it a little bit. Oh, don’t worry. I didn’t go ballistic on them. Let’s get something straight: It’s one thing for the appraiser to come by and see laundry on the dining table, or the bed unmade, or a few dishes in the sink (all of which were present in their resplendent glory). However, it is quite another for the BUYER to see the house in its current state. I am absolutely mortified that she was subjected to my lack of housekeeping skills. Don’t get me wrong: Normally, the house looks pretty good. Yesterday, however, was a difficult day, and some things didn’t get done. “What the hell?” I asked myself. “The appraiser knows we’re moving, so it’s okay if stuff is a little messy. He’s not gonna care if my pajama bottoms are on the floor. He’s only looking to estimate the value of the house, not my lingerie.” Damn. Damn. Damn. Dammit! So, to make a long story longer, I’m appalled that the buyer had to see the house like this, and I’ve (politely and rationally, in my opinion) asked the BIL to apologize on our behalf. Damn.
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