There was a very lonely little house. And she lived a very lonely life.
You see, this little house has been on the market since early spring and no one had bothered to give her any attention. She was extremely depressed.
Until one day, the little house got out asked out on a date. The little house got all dolled up in her fanciest threads (I cleaned on my hands and knees, sweating excessively) and despite her imperfections (the linoleum), she felt fresh and excited to meet her blind date.
But you know what happened?
SHE GOT STOOD UP.
I mean, who does that!?
I did what any loving parent would: fed her a truckload of leftover Halloween candy and dried her disappointed tears. I told her that I thought she was good enough and smart enough and doggonit, I liked her.
We decided as a family (Hubs, myself and our little house) that we’ll be taking some time off from this dating funny business. This little house is going to take the winter to build up her confidence, lose some weight, and get a facial. She’ll come back next spring, ready to meet the boy of her dreams. Or girl. Or old couple. Whomever. Hopefully she meets SOMEONE who will like her.
Until then, we’ll enjoy our time off the market. I’m not going to make my bed for an entire week just because. So there.