An Open Letter To Potential Owners of My House

We just put our house on the market. 

Here's a link to the show our realtor put together but I thought I'd also share a couple of tidbits you won't find on the MLS::)



It gets hot in the garage.  Really hot.  Do not store food there unless you would like to be able to eat warm spagettios without heating them in the microwave.

For optimal internet awesomeness your best bet is to run a wireless router from the upstairs bedroom.  For a full price offer I will gladly leave my wireless network intact.  It is named 3Princesses thanks to my sweet Bro-in-Law.

Swallows will want to raise babies on the front porch.  It's very cute to see them emerge from the nest.  It's less cute to clean up their poop.  

If you ever find a stray cat in your garage and you know the garage door was never opened it probably got in from the neighbors garage though the ceiling.

The screen in the master bedroom window is minimally bent.  This is because one day I had to climb the fence, onto the roof and break into the house.  I left for a run and didn't put a key in my pocket.  There is now a keypad on the garage door.

The nameplate on the front door says Barnett.  My last name is not Barnett.   The previous owner also was not Barnett.   The Barnett in question is a sweet woman who lived here 2 owners ago and who now lives in an end unit across the street.  Her name is not Barnett anymore either.

I will end with one of the things I love best about the house - There is a large jetted tub in the bathroom with a skylight above it.  There is nothing better than pouring hot bath when it's raining out side and listening to the pat-a-pat of the rain on the sky-light.  For an even better effect you can open the windows and get the smell of the rain and a cool breeze.

Water, Food, Shelter and Clean Underwear

It is such a simple thing - a basic human necessity - the need for clean underthings.

Yesterday morning as I dressed for work I realized that I was on *gasp* my last clean underwear. It seemed unthinkable in a civilized world that my life had come to this. I made a mental note that I would have to get caught up that night.

My day then devolved into a nightmarish software release at work, a scheduling problem in picking up my kids, a fun, yet long and stressful, trip to a far away city with 4 whining kids in a mini-van... then a bright spot when I got to spend time with my sister...then more ornery kids in a van and finally culminating in the destruction of the bumper of the aforementioned mini-van as I violently backed it into a the tow-hitch of a very large truck.

This morning I awoke and immediately realized that I had not taken care of the laundry issue from the day before. Almost despairingly, I decided to check the drawer to see if I had missed something. To my great surprise the drawer was no longer empty. As if by a miracle it had been filled with clean things to wear! I nearly cried.

I got married 3 months ago and I now have the dearest, sweetest, husband on the planet.

This may not seem like a big gesture but I honestly cannot remember the last time in my life (childhood included) that laundry appeared, clean and folded in my drawer (not to mention in my desperate hour of need) without me putting it there myself.