Posted by Linda Howell (216.102.4.140) on October 17, 1999 at 19:22:27:
I've been trying to sell my house now for six months and only because I need the money so bad. So now it's Sunday morning coming down (God, did I just give away my age by remembering that song?) I've been up most of the night, as usual, w/ H.A.s and I'm trying to compose myself with coffee. I get a call from my realtor that he will be by in an hour with prospective buyers. I jump in the shower, run my ass off picking up the house, washing dishes, making the bed, and hiding the trash. At almost the exact same time the doorbell rings I start to feel the first twinge. AH SHIT !!!! I'm as nice as I can possibly be, and leave the realtor to do his 6% job. In the next 2 to 3 mins. I am screaming inside and have no place to go to be by myself with this. Needless to say everyone there saw me acting like an woman possessed and I was so humiliated I could die. Anyone with a better story.....will you please e-mail me and make me feel less stupid than I already do. Linda Howell