Just call me wolfman

My house listing just expired. Realtors are calling me every ten minutes wanting me to re-list with them. Those same (curseword) realtors that DIDN'T show my house last month. If they wanted to be convincing that they could sell my house, maybe, MAYBE, they should have drug someone through it last month, or, I DON'T KNOW, shown up for the freaking realtor open house.

Just a thought.

And though I'm NOT hormonal, I may need to be preemptively incarcerated like the wolfman.

Many thanks to Meg for giving me a laugh when I desperately needed it.

Oh, and I'm definitely better at yoga than that lady.;)