The Three Stooges
Except, there is only me! I'm like Lucy without Ethel.
I know I will survive the extravaganza of selling the house, even though it is turning into quite the ordeal. How do people get through this without having a nervous breakdown?
After surviving Saturdays trauma of the Eye Incident, I was able to almost finish the porch on Sunday. I laid down the paint roller around 730pm and called it a day. I will post pictures of Before and After as soon as it is completed. The lattice remains to be painted and reattached, the steps need to be painted and then it is finsihed. I astonished myself in my ability to work through adverse conditions and do a pretty darn good job!
Monday my boss wanted a sit down between 3 and 330. Around 230 my realtor called to say that someone was coming over to look at the house around 600pm! Mother of God! I got home around 415 and began speed cleaning (which is slang for pushing things under the bed and stuffing the drawers). I rushed around like a woman possessed until 545, then drove up the hill and spied on my house from the hospital parking lot!
Today, we had a showing at 7pm. Poo-Poo was home and began laying the new bathroom floor and painted the bench for the front porch Chinese Red. I thought the porch could use some accent, and that chair does the trick!
I decided to bake some scones to make the house smell wonderful. The recipe instructed the oven heated to 425 and place the scones very close to the top of the oven. I adjusted the racks and proceeded to prepare the dough, adding orange soaked cranberries (I've been dying to make them for a long time!!!). Before placing them in the oven I decided to move the rack down a notch. I had a hard time yanking that thing out and readjusting it back. In the struggle, I dropped the pot holder which immediately caught on fire! I was able to toss it in the sink (thank God still filled with water). My brilliant plan for making the house smell like cinnamon and cranberry scones was foiled. It smelled like burnt pot holder.
As the scones were baking, I attempted to dump a bucket of cleaning water in the sink, somehow missed my mark, or maybe it slipped out of my hand, it all happened so quickly....but two gallons of soapy dirty water crashed all over the kitchen floor. That was a mess to clean up.
Then the scones were ready. They smelled divine, so I decided to try one. Suddenly, the tooth I had worked on in February to remove an old filling and replace it with a beautiful expensive porcelain crown, pain shot the tooth as I bit down and erupted through the top of my head! I think the filling shifted and hit the nerve!
I'm afraid to eat on that side of my mouth!
I don't know if I can survive this! I did not realize selling a house was so dangerous!.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
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The Three Stooges