Ever since putting our little ol' house up for sale on Tuesday, we've had five showings. Apparently, people like our Love Shack -- check out the virtual tour, now that it's finally up. We've been taking off our shoes to avoid soiling the brand-new carpet, and hiding our dirty towels and dishes so the place looks perfect.

Every time the phone rings, we get ready to do a fire drill -- when the potential buyer stops by, they don't want us around. Fortunately, I remembered to check voicemail today at about 12:45, after getting some lunch in Drew and me (Lizzie had to work), and the showing service had called an hour earlier, letting me know that folks were coming in, oh, about ten minutes to look at the house.

You never saw such frenzied cleaning (Drew had tossed half his lunch on the floor mere seconds earlier!). And I was about to put the kiddo to bed for a nap. We ran out with minutes to spare, me without wallet, phone, or much of a brain...

We've been sort of enjoying the chaos and fun, spying on all the folks driving up and taking flyers, wondering who would be worthy enough to take over our happy house. Even if it means not wearing shoes inside... Later!