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Listening to: The Cult
Feeling: cranky
Random title. I know. But it seems to be true. Today has been pretty fucking lame so far. I woke up really early this morning on accident, so I naturally went online and, of course, nobody was awake yet. So I just kinda hung out and watched TV, but then I heard the dogs barking and I looked outside and these people were standing outside my house for some reason…My mom took off early this morning to go to some wine tasting art thing with all of the stuck up people in Valencia, which sounded horrendously enjoyable. Too bad I can’t go…ha. So she failed to inform me that a realtor would be coming over to look at the house with a few people. The house was a TOTAL mess and I was a total mess and everything was a total mess…And it’s not like I could just pretend I wasn’t home or anything. They have keys. So I was pretty much screwed. I called my dad and he was on his way over anyway. He got here and started talking to them, and I frantically started cleaning. I had a feeling that he would be stupid enough to let them in the house while it looked the way it did, as he is a huge slob and things like that don’t bother him. And my brother obviously wasn’t going to help me clean. So I cleaned up and just as they were going to come inside, I ran into the bathroom and pretended to shower while I straightened my hair and changed into actual clothes. This entry is terribly exciting, I know. But oh well the people eventually left and I emerged from my lair Next time maybe my mother will be nice enough to warn me before we have people over? Haha my brother’s watching Wayne’s World 2. I must go see… (I love that movie. #1 too…)
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