I write "T.G.I.F." on Zoe's lunch note every Friday. I am such a routine lover. Maybe that's why I hate house showings and sick people so much. It just messes up my routines. Anyway. That might explain why when I went to bed last night my entire body hurt. Not just ached, like I was working so hard, but it HURT. I ran around like a maniac touching up paint, taking things to my basement to hide them, fixing holes in the wall, stains on the carpets, etc, before our showing and it killed me.
We haven't heard anything from last night's showing. The poo poo heads ate my cookies but don't have the decency to call me and tell me they aren't interested. Well, you know what I feel like saying to them don't ya? "Blankety blank blank you blankers!" Yep, you got it.
I am hoping for a weekend of relaxation, maybe a movie rental (still haven't seen Breaking Dawn, The Help, or Ides of March) or two, walks in the neighborhood, yardwork, maybe even scrapbook a page or two.
Wish me luck.
I hope everyone enjoys a great weekend too.