As you may remember, if our house sells now, we will be staying in a hotel. I have been dreaming of the hotel room service. I see myself wearing my cute jammies and I am laying on the bed. There is a knock at the door and it's the pizza man. I've never actually seen a pizza man because we don't have delivery here, so it's really something that would be fun for me.
Mama killed my dream today. She said our realtor has been trying to reach the realtor who showed our house on Halloween and she is not returning his calls or emails. What is up with that? That is rude is what that is! We have to assume that the people do not want our house. Mama said our listing expires on Monday, so we may just take it off the market until January. It looks like we will be here for another winter. We love our house, but we were really hoping to sell it this year and begin our next adventure. There's always next year.
The Greyhound Who Wants To Meet A Pizza Man