The good news: we had a showing and even though my beloved was indisposed and couldn't help me clean, I got the house ready with nine minutes to spare.
Thoughts: If we had a showing every three to four days, I don't think it would ever get incredibly messy. On the flip side of that thought is the fact that I walk trough the house like a crazy woman on a rampage scooping up plates before people are done with them and end up doing twice the dishes. That and I screech a lot when I walk into a room that has been put into disarray. I don't like this.
The bad news: A guy was shot four blocks away DURING the showing. (In the leg and drove himself to the hospital. I take it that means he's fine.)
Thoughts: here's hoping the gun had a silencer and the people who looked don't watch the news.
And that is all, for my brain is fried with cleaning product fumes and adrenaline.
That's what happens when you live in the ghetto over there. JK! I was a little freaked out when I saw that had happened. But WHY did the guy drive himself to the hospital?! Certainly they knew him?
ReplyDeleteNow I need to dig out our bulletproof vests to wear grocery shopping!