When I woke up this morning, I asked my husband if he thought anyone would show up unannounced to see the house today.  Which means, should I get my lazy ass moving and clean up?  It's not like we were going to church this morning or anything.  At my church, they told us to either come to church on Saturday night or at 7:15 a.m. on Sunday morning so as to not clog up the parking lot.  I was worshipping at the Church of Ikea last night so that was out and I love God and all, but I'm thinking he'll give me a pass for a 7 am service.

D:  Babe, it's Easter.  Who's gonna go house hunting on Easter?

So I cooked up a pound of bacon and made some kick as bacon, egg and cheese bagel sandwiches.  The whole house smelled like bacon.  It was truly a spectacular way to start out the week.  

And then the phone rang.  It was the friend of my neighbor who saw the house last weekend.  She was 2 minutes away.  Could she bring her husband by to see the house? 

K:  DEREK!!!!!  They are coming over now.  What are we going to do?  The house smells like bacon.  They are Muslim. 
D:  WE smell like we rolled in bacon.
K:  Nothing says "BUY THIS HOUSE"  like a family smelling of bacon.

I threw open the windows hoping that the bacon smell would waft out the back door.  Then I sprayed this little gem Marelle brought for me last week.

And then the house smelled like cinnamon-vanilla flavored bacon.  Sometimes a girl just can't get a break.