take my condo, please

Before we can move into our new home in Glenview, we need to sell our condo in the city. We're currently trying to sell it ourselves, and keep those pesky real estate agents out of the process. Consequently, we've organized open houses every Sunday for the past four weeks or so.

The open house "rules of conduct" include: a weekly condo scrubbing/cleaning, a thorough de-cluttering (Shoes has kindly offered to temporarily house some of our crap in his basement), sending the Sadist down the street to "Camp Kramer" for a playdate, tons of smelly candles, and as always, a fresh batch of Tollhouse cookies, to give the condo just the right, "Smells so good you want to buy and eat it" appeal.

The result? Some nibbles, but no bites.

Now, while Overboard is ready to hit the panic button and call in a fleet of agents, I'm thinking we'll hang in there just a bit longer. I mean, after all, that's my job, right? I just need to keep a level head, positive attitude, and do a little more promotion. Besides, I'm not quite ready to give up my Sunday chocolate chip cookies just yet...