Showing #9 is going to be tomorrow afternoon between 12-1. Which means we have to drop the dog and cat off at Eboro before work. I didn't even get the stupid excited jumbly stomach feeling that I usually do when we find out about a showing. More like nothing with the overwhelming desire to put a sign up that says "make offer. please."
I think I'm headed down the path of a frustrated home seller.
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