It's amazing how such a wonderful weekend can spill over into monday, making things that are slightly bad seem not so much so. For instance, your husband washing the shirt and pants the scarecrow wore with the straw still stuffed in them thus breaking your washing machine. I didn't like that old washing machine anyway. Oh, and finding out just a week and a half beforehand that you are hosting Thanksgiving for your husband's family, serving at least 20 people. The more the merrier! And finally, while unpacking your goodies from the weekend, discovering that the perfume you were selling leaked out. Gee, the house smells nice.
Good news for you, some houses are coming up. Ready?