So interesting nobody shows up!

Bastards. Lying, teasing bastards. All of them. I'm talking about the five-or-so people who said they'd "definitely" be at our two house-showings this weekend. Roughly 45 people responded to our ads. Most of them had a hernia when we told them the price (and apparently nobody has $5,000 to put down, which would lower the monthly payments to something approximating "sane.") We didn't expect them to show up. But we had a lot of hope in the woman who just got a job at the Pentagon, which is almost literally a stone's throw from our place. She even has some investment/rehab experience in the area. She was "very" excited about our place. She'd "definitely" come by on Saturday to check it out.

My pregnant wife busted her butt making the place sparkle. She's always been an avid organizer, but when I got home on Friday, the place had a Heavenly glow. We sat around, waiting, waiting, waiting. Nothing.

I was busy moving people during Saturday's showing, but as it turned out, I needn't have worried--everyone is a liar.

Is this discouraging? You bet. But I'm not yet crushed. I still have contingencies, plans, etc. I even called Dad (which, on second thought, is a real sign of desperation. Crap--I may be repressing a little too much). I'll get to that in another post. Until then, all you bastards out there, and you know who you are, can ***REDACTED*** so far up your ***REDACTED*** until the handle breaks off.

Blessings.
C.