This is a view from my car. I am looking at my house with the dogs and Sarah in the back seat. We are waiting patiently for the Noon showing of our house to arrive.
Sarah needs her nap as soon as possible so we need to get back inside the minute they are gone.
Alright, let’s face it, I am stalking my own home.
I want to know who these people are looking in my house, how long are they in there and how smiley they are when they leave.
If I wasn’t absolutely sure that my neighbors all warm inside their houses didn’t have their noses pressed up to their windows wondering what I was doing, you can be certain that I would be holding binoculars to get an even better view.
What can I say?
Strangers are in my house and I have a right to know what is going on.
This is my new life.
They were a young couple with a baby.
They stayed 10 minutes and 15 seconds.
I was kind of hoping that they would have stayed, like, 45 minutes and it would have been even better if they had walked out of the house and threw their arms around each other, followed by a happy dance, but no such luck.
I wish people could be more expressive.
All the man did was look up at my parent’s big Cottonwood Tree.
I hope he isn’t afraid of squirrels because then we would be in trouble. We have a lot of squirrels.
Petey is my favorite.
They didn’t even drive around the neighborhood to check out their future life.
I took the dogs and Sarah back home and I immediately set the timer on the stove for 10 minutes and 15 seconds.
You know what? That is a lot of time.
Not only did I walk through our entire house, I went to the bathroom, fed the dogs, let the dogs outside and talked to my mom and I still had 3 minutes and 3 seconds left over.
Maybe they did like the house.
Maybe they will set up a second showing.
I will be sure to bring the binoculars next time.
Over and Out.
The Girl Next Door Grows Up, PI
Would it be wrong to accidentally leave the video camera running so that I might catch what they have to say? It could happen. I am forgetful. Whaddya think?