Ovaries, Chocolate and Dead People

Nine out of ten, a woman can give a fairly accurate location of the lost object, if you do not see the article in your life. My husband loves me where he is. Sometimes I think doing a test to see how I miss my position of the beacon. It is known that ask me about different types of saws and tools, I do not know what it says, and where the item can be. I give my best, but according to their behavior, and I am still able to find lost items.

Recently, my seventh sense attached to the tail of a doberman. We put our house for sale. To be ready for pictures and shows, I had to start all unnecessary boxing and hide the rest. Do it for a few weeks, my entire system functions properly. God forbid that actually sell and move to a new home – I will be a disaster. I can not find anything, including my chocolate. It is very difficult to work in a house that something on the counters and floors makes, but then spend time looking for things of the mind is nothing.

I understand the logic of house cleaning personal belongings to the house seem more space and a potential buyer to present live his / her there. Logically, I understand, but emotionally, I want to scream, “Let your imagination!” Does this mean that a childless couple who really are pictures of my kids in the hall, as a reflection of the low value of the house? If I leave the book on my bedside table has a buyer refuses to buy the house, was once a lover of satire? Brokers should really be more worried about injury claim, which if a potential buyer would dare now open one of my paintings smooth. I’m selling a house does not have two children in the household. When my broker said that preparations for the sample was as easy as selecting carpets, clean the sink and my curling iron, I could not stop laughing. Maybe when I retire widow is how my education would be similar, but with her husband and two, forget it. I had to develop eighth sense. He says that when a broker can be called from the program and do not forget pants before leaving the house, as I can.

Dana Johnson, a devoted mother of two children, trying to understand everything. Running your own business, volunteering at school, trying to keep the family eating and cleaning, and finding time for some of the problems Dan. Like most mothers, she was tired, overworked and unappreciated. But in his unique style, Dana is the first to laugh at life and failures loves writing humorous side of my father.