We're trying to sell our house right now.
We don't have to sell our house at the moment, but The Mayor and The Rooster share a room and, while that works for now, it won't work forever.
On top of the pain of trying to keep it clean and "show ready" despite the best efforts of the short and loud people we live with to do otherwise, we have chosen to embark on this undertaking during the worst real estate market in a long, long time.
[Because we are so very intelligent.]
To make matters worse, we live on a busy street and only have one bathroom.
It get's tiring to constantly hear all the reasons why our house sucks.
"The road noise was too much for my clients. Nice home, good sized rooms which is important to my clients, but they are noise sensitive."
K got so hearing the reasons why our house sucks that he wrote his own...
Too noisy, not big enough, not enough bathrooms, …, mailbox post too twisted, too many trees, don’t like broken driveway pavement, sink fixtures not gold plated, doorbell too loud, there’s some chipped paint, I smelled dog poop in the backyard, I saw a ghost in the basement, I think my great grandmother was sick with the measles when she was a girl living in this house…
#Doomed to #LiveHereForever