I retain an inherent distrust for people whose houses are so clean, they could go on the market at any time.
You know what I'm talking about. No fingerprints on the walls. Nothing personal out ANYWHERE. Glossy floors, eerily perfect furniture. Yes. THOSE people.
What have they done that is so bad that they are constantly worried they'll have to sell their house and get out of town without having time to clean? No thank you. I can't settle in with people who can't settle in. Give me this, any day.
Well, okay...maybe that's a bit extreme. How about...this?
Coffee stains? Yes, please. Dirty dishes? Even better. Rumpled blankets on furniture? A lack of throw pillows? All fine with me! These are my people. They will not be skipping town any time soon. I would be completely comfortable around them.
But that scary, guest-bathroom-no-one-uses, Realtor-ready stuff creeps me right-the-heck out! Am I the only one?
Okay...now I'm just procrastinating the inevitable writing session for the day...DON'T WANNA!
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