If It Ain't One Thing . . .

. . . it's two or three. There seems to be at least one qualified tenant for our rental house. But, just as my neighbor called to say she was sending over a friend to look at the place, Jeff, from the agency we hired to find our first tenant called to say he had found a qualified tenant. At the very same time, like in a sit-com, the friend and her friend came over and love the place and wed love having them, but now what do we do. Not only that, Jeff's tenant wants to move in right away, like this weekend, and we have a x%@load of things yet to do. It's toooooo soon. Leave us alone. We've been having fun fixing up the place. I don't want to rent it; I want to go around putting up a shower curtains and looking out the window and puttering in the nifty planter in the back . . . .
It really isn't too soon, but whoa, today was reality. It really will soon not be a make-believe house that is all clean and fixed up and ever so cute. We will have to stop using the driveway. Oh dear.