This blog entry was originally posted on Buffy’s blog.com site in Fall 2014. Here’s to the blog that started it all:

 

So we decided to sell our house.

Only we didn’t really decide to sell it, rather someone else decided we should sell it. With the likes of “hot market” and “bidding wars” filling the air, the idea of pocketing some change and moving on to the next home was indeed worth consideration.

Rewind to October. The hubs and I were just minding our own business and livin’ the dream in one of Houston’s vibrant inner-loop neighborhoods. Happy marriage: check. Incredible kiddos: check. Good health, solid careers, fab home: check, check, check. So yeah, lots of checks.

Enter stage left: Krazy K, the neighborhood’s new part-time player in residential real estate. You know the type: squeezing in a sale or two each year between PTO and keeping up with the Joneses. Twice my size — and I’m talking height — and deceiving from the word go, this crack of a pot convinced the two of us she had a buyer for our home. I have to hand it to girl wonder: Her shtick was intriguing. According to a carefully crafted script, all KK needed was a one-time showing and we’d have a contract in hand by the end of the day. Easy peasy. Pop the cork on the champagne and toast a quick victory. High fives and fist bumps. No need to declutter or clean closets or blah, blah effing blah.

Of course, that ended up a super-sized joke. Big Bertha simply brought a sidekick employee from the office and presented her as this extremely interested buyer. While I could insert a soliloquy-length’s commentary here, in the end, Amazon girl only wanted our listing. In. A. Big. Way. We cried foul and promptly shooed her out the door like the rat she is. (Stay tuned, because Krazy K isn’t out of the picture yet.)

And if that’s not enough to make Buffy bitchy, I’m not sure what is.

But Buffy really isn’t bitchy, because no one, particularly not a deceptive part-time real estate salesperson, is going to steal my joy or trample the happy life I enjoy. All the things I cherished when we decided to sell our house still have check marks by them: a happy family, good health, a fabulous home and a very bright future.

So until next time, cheers to all. (clink)