If My Husband Caught Me Blogging Right Now, I'd Be In Serious Trouble

Seriously.  I'm sitting in my disastrously cluttered office with contents of drawers strewn around in an unorganized mess all in an effort to clean and organize.  Isn't that fun how that happens?  That the best efforts in organization have to start with the messiest of messes? 

Tomorrow we have the owner of our current house (Tom's old boss) coming over to see what we need to fix/paint back/whatever before our move at the end of the month.  I'm not really excited about this.  In an effort to show all the lovely things we've done to the house both inside and out, I'm channelling every "Designed to Sell" episode I've ever seen and am essentially "staging" our house for its owner.  Taking down any pictures of our family, replacing them with more universally liked images or objects.  Basically, I'm trying to show him how easy it'll be to sell his house with the things we've done (mainly painting) so that he doesn't have us paint everything back - because that would be a NIGHTMARE.

But I'm not trying to pull the wool over his eyes or anything.  I've got some very pleasant colors around the house (just don't look in the bedroom) that I think would be desirable for most buyers.  We've also got a couple of bargaining chips - a few things we've purchased that we're willing to leave with the house in exchange for not having to fix up as much stuff.  He's a salesman by trade and a damn good one, so we'll see how this goes! 

Ok, no time for more!  MUST CLEAN!!