spic and span

I have been cleaning my house for the better part of the last twelve hours.


And ignoring the fact that it still isn't done, I feel pretty good about it. I moved around a bunch of stuff, got rid of a pile of crap I've never liked and just generally puttered around. My mom left her super duper vacuum here and I put that baby to good use. You can take paint off the walls with that thing. (Or clean up after three heavily shedding dogs).


What prompted this? you may ask. This doesn't sound like my "put my feet up and stuff my face with popcorn while I read a book in one sitting" plan, I know.


But I wasn't counting on the absolutely out of the blue phone call from a friend asking if she could bring someone over to look at our house. Someone who is apparently very interested in buying it. Sight unseen. Someone I've never even met.


They're coming today. Cross your fingers. Please.


Did I mention that little bungalow around the corner is back on the market after the sale fell through?