Lee, my strong, handsome, builtlikeaGreekgod, handy man of a husband, spent the week building and installing a new kitchen counter for us.  It looks awesome.  He used granite tiles and did a fabulous job.

I was shocked, however, when I walked in the door yesterday to this:

And then the realtor called.  She has a client who wants to see our house today at 1:00.  Sing it with me, “Let the gooood times roll!”

Four hours later I had the bathrooms scrubbed, the countertops cleared and the floors vaccuumed.  Unfortunately in the shuffle and frenzy of cleaning we managed to lose a part to the kitchen faucet and cannot reassemble it so Lee is buying another one today.

And I’m seriously questioning our decision to sell this house…