I WAS Going to Title This Post "Home, Sweet, Home", but That Would be Dumb and Tacky

After I cried about how nice the home looked, I asked people what they thought would be an appropriate thanks. Some suggested an open house.

The open house is this coming Sunday.

We finally have our furniture, so Keith and I are no longer standing or leaning on the counter to eat dinner. I am sitting on our couch right now.

We have renters for the next two years. They are good renters. They are nice. They are renting, because they recently started a business and want to save money. She is an admitted near obsessive-compulsive. Her friend says she never stops cleaning.

Ever.

Usually, I would empathize with a person with issues, but when the person is renting our house, I feel like saying things like, "Sure, I totally understand your urge to clean the dirt you CAN see, but even more....think of all the nasty things you CAN'T see...the bed bugs, the germs, the ticks and lice and the possible puke particles that were wiped off of your hands and onto the counter top when you came home from shopping. Yup, I totally understand your need to clean. Think of all the dirt that can accumulate in just mere seconds!"

So, now that our house is safely rented, we have moved our furniture here, and I can finally share some Before and Afters. I took seven Before Pics in all, and then my computer crashed, and I lost all but three. If anyone has any Before Pics in an email that I sent to them, will you send them back? Thanks so much.

And again, I say, "Way to go, Guys-That-Worked-On-Our-House! You are awesome!"