Boom, crash the sound of my...door.

So as most of us know, my house is for sale. Oh what fun. But really though...it is fun. Would you believe that my house has been spotless for 2 straight weeks? Ah-mazing! I kind of love it. We've had about 10 showings now but no offers yet...still waiting for the right buyer to come along. I will post some pics of the house at some point, but that is not what this post is about. So here's the story...
The other day we had 2 showings scheduled for the same day...one at 11 and one at 12:30. So we decided to pack a lunch and go hang out at the park for a couple of hours. Fun right? Yes, it was fun. So Audri, Lydia and I went to the park. Good times were had by all and then at about 12:50 I got a phone call from my real estate agent. She said she had just been on the phone with an agent who was at the house and he had called to make her aware of a little problem with the house. At this point I started imagining a burst pipe flooding the house, so I was happy when she told me that one of the panes on our back door was broken. Whew! Just a broken window pane...curious since it had been fine when we left, but not that big of deal, right? Well here is what greeted me when I got home:

Fun, right? Well The best part is that when my agent called the first agent to find out what happened he pretended he didn't know anything about it! And my agent came over and we investigated and found out what had happened...

I was the one who finally figured it out… I was feeling a little bit like Veronica Mars... Glass door on a windy day… Meet the light fixture! Yes that is what broke it! Luckily we got it fixed that night and even more luckily the dishonest agent called my agent back and finally confessed that one of his clients had helped break it somehow! (He claims a 4 year old was the last one thru the door when they came inside and he didn't shut it all the way. Wind. Crash. You get the idea). His conscience must have gotten the better of him...And so he paid for it! yeah. That is all.

Dear Crazy Neighbor Girl,

Thank you for waking me up this morning. You know I really hate to sleep in past 4:45 am--especially when I have a killer cold. I'm just so fortunate that you decided to yell into your phone out on the balcony...I'm sure "baby girl" appreciated it too...she probably wouldn't have been able to hear you if you hadn't increased your volume with every f-bomb you dropped! I really appreciate how considerate you are...you made it so much easier for me to eavesdrop! Most people try to have their conversations in private where the entire apartment complex can't hear them-but not you. No, no need to apologize, I enjoy it when you broadcast the intimate details of your super-exciting life at 200 decibels. In fact, I really would like to thank you. Normally my next door neighbor has the happy privilege of waking me up in the middle of the night...every time he moves, his bed bangs against the wall and jolts me out of sleep...and then I get to enjoy the symphony of his amazing snores through the wall. It was so much nicer to wake up to your soothing shout. I am just so sad that we will only be neighbors for 5 more days! I really am a much more effective person when I never get a full night of sleep...so really, Thank you! And please, enjoy your Saturday morning...I am sure you will be sleeping in, so I'll make sure to tell my children to keep it down while they are playing out on the balcony...I know, I don't usually let them play out there in the morning...but for you I'm going to make a special exception. And I won't encourage them to have a scream-at-the-top-of-their-lungs contest, just for you--I always like to repay favors!

Regards,

Your sleep deprived neighbor