BREAKING NEWS: I AM A MORON

I had to do it. I had to put it right there on the internet for everyone to see. Not that anyone looked (*crickets chirping*), but still. I typed the word "unstressed." Right there near the top of my last post. See it? (*crickets chirping*) Right.

So today was shaping up to be pretty chill. We headed to the lake with Grandpa to partake in the first boat ride of the season. Before we left, I sort of scanned the house, noted that it was a bit of a sty, and went, "Eh, we'll get to it later/tomorrow." Then we all piled into the van and drove far, far away. Okay, we only drove for an hour or so--in Alberta that's like the next neighbourhood over.

We pulled into a parking space near the boat launch, and my phone rang. It was our realtor. Someone wanted to see our house! This was exciting, we hadn't had one single showing yet and we were beginning to feel slightly offended by it. Then he told us when they wanted to see the house, and things got a little more exciting. We whipped the carseats into Grandpa's truck, and I sped back into town solo, to whip the house back into shape. I only took two wrong turns on the way back home (shoulda paid more attention on the way out) and got home with roughly 45 minutes to make the house look perfect.

There were dirty dishes in the sink and on the stove. There were (heavy) moving boxes near the back door. There was (clean) laundry heaped in baskets in the laundry room. There was an appalling amount of dried foody bits scattered under the table. There were two cats and their accoutrements (water, food, poo, etc) to spirit away. I sprinted through the house, wiping, hiding, vacuuming, sweating. In the end, I dashed out, kitties in tow, with about 5 minutes to spare. Then I skulked around the neighbourhood and stalked my own house, to discover that they didn't show up until very near the end of the hour allotted to them. All those precious minutes I could have spent mopping/dusting/sprinkling unicorn tears in an effort to SELL THIS HOUSE! Ah well, I think it looked purty darn good. I even hid the empty beer cans. And stashed a crusty pan in the cupboard.

AND, there was another showing an hour after that one. I am waiting for the offers to roll in! Come on people, throw your money at me! Gently, but insistently!

I learned a valuable lesson today: driving to the lake is a regrettable waste of time. No, wait--procrastination will pretty much always bite you in the ass. Yeah, that's it. But the lake thing sucked too. Are the bugs always that big out there? Next time I'm staying home to compulsively dust things.