Home Improvement Hell

Somewhere along in April we decided the thing to do was to sell our house and move to the desert before the next hurricane takes it all away. It was a deceptively easy plan, just fix up the house and list it. How hard could that be? Since that time, with the exception of some sick leave, I have lived in Home Improvement Hell. What were we thinking? Just to get the house ready for the market required a serious look, and suddenly all those things I'd meant to do someday reared their slimey little heads and hollered, "We'll make your life miserable to the end!" They are doing a fine job of it, I must say. Of course, I expect to triumph in the end, which is nowhere in sight, or did I mention that? But I must say that the purge of excess stuff has been exceptionally gratifying, albeit a bit frightful at first. I can envision myself basking in the warmth of the Phoenix sun, sipping from a tall, fruity drink with a parasol in it, by a crystal blue pool. After I get it all unpacked again. http://www.cafepress.com/ottoblotto?pid=8246890