Last week, I received the email from our awesome real estate agent (and my Back-Up Husband), Steve about the tour.
|Steve, our real estate agent.|
I immediately volunteered to make banana bread. You know, something warm and delicious to entice the other agents to bring their clients here and convince them that it's home.
I make a mean banana bread, if I do say so myself. I've made it so many times, I no longer need a recipe, I just pour and mix and mash and bake.
As soon as I turned the oven to pre-heat, I could smell something burning. Warily, I peeked into the oven, expecting to see a plastic spoon or cup or plates or something, because I sometimes jam dirty dishes in there when people pop by and I haven't done the dishes.
Don't judge me, people - just admit you do it, too.
Nothing. No dishes, no spoons just a sickly-sweet smell of....burning plastic.
Determined to ignore the smell, I turned up the radio and began throwing ingredients in a bowl. Then the phone rang and while I was chatting, I swept a bit in the living room and mentally replaced all the windows on the first floor...
Time passed and then I suddenly remembered the banana mixture on the counter and rushed back into the kitchen. Dumped the mushed-up goodness into a baking pan, set the timer and waited for the glorious smell to fill my home.
Not 10 minutes ago, I pulled a slightly overdone but delicious-smelling banana bread from my no-longer-burning-plastic oven and left it on the stove to cool. In the meantime, I set the coffee-maker to brew and began gathering up plates and mugs.
Cut the banana bread into delectable slices of yummy, snuck a piece...
BLAG! GACK! PHATOOOOEEYYYY!!!!
Apparently, I, the goddess of banana bread, the one who makes it blindfolded and upside down?
Forgot to add sugar.
I dumped the whole stinking mess into the garbage....
...and thanked my lucky stars that we have cake left over from Matthew's First Communion this past Sunday.
And now they've come and gone, just like that, leaving me here with half a cake and some freshly-brewed coffee. I think I'll sit here awhile and bask in the glory of a clean, great-smelling house and wait for the offers to just pour in.
Nom, nom, nom....
P.S. If you know anyone in the Belleville area - or anyone looking to move here, who wants to buy a lovely little house in East Hill,
P.P.S. I am SUPER good at buying cookies and warming them up in the oven...
|The door is always open...|
Any angst-y "selling a home" stories you'd like to share?