2001-06-04 - 1:36 p.m.
Another rainy day. I swear, the day the "For Sale" sign went up in front of our house, the heavens cracked and a downpour unseen since the days of Noah commenced. Granted, buyers seriously looking for a home are going to hire an agent and come out in any weather, but I can't keep the grass cut or rid the house of that wet dog odor that my sweet, but unavoidably damp pet carries in with him.
It's been three weeks now. No offers. Just a trickle of agents and shoppers meandering through the place. I hate moving across the state, but I loathe this waiting...
