Last Sunday we went to open houses to check out the realtors.

House 1: Time listed on web site was wrong. Homeowner invited us in anyway, but we declined.

House 2: Signs indicated that the open house was at least happening.
We confidently walk in the open front door, to find an infant in a carrier sitting on the dining table next to a half eaten tuna sammich and an open can of diet coke. I was ready to bolt, but Brewer proceeded through the tiny house, to the yard where the owner/agent was praising her chickens to another prospective buyer.

House 3: We are greeted at the door by the realtor who professionally dressed, but barefooted. We all introduce ourselves, and I comment on her last name which is shared by an acquaintance. Indeed they are related, in fact, he has recently died, and she proceeds to tell us a little bit TMI about his memorial. We wander through the house and SURPRISE! downstairs, we meet the owner and her baby who are having a breastfeeding moment!

When did babies become an accessory to real estate sales?!

I was ready to just forget about it, and go on tormenting the downstairs people with my deplorable piano practicing....but now there's a new listing on a house around the corner!!