Seriously, that saying better be true, otherwise I am shit out of luck.
The house is perfect, cleaned, staged and wonderful. Then last night our jack russell decided to play chicken with a skunk.
She lost. BAD!
Of course she also let herself back in the house through the doggie door before Brett and I had a clue what was going on and OMG does my house REEK. Skunk is bad, direct hit by a skunk in a beautiful clean house that is scheduled for an open house is beyond bad.
Needless to say, we canceled the open house. Hey, maybe the house will sell in the week that it is listed without the brokers seeing it first.
And maybe rainbows and unicorns will come flying out of my ass too.