when you have a showing at your house. Makes it more homey or something like that. Ya know, that smell is supposed to evoke feelings of yesteryear or something, make you think this is really a place you can lay your nest. I don't know about you, but Beth Weinblatt didn't bake bread too often, unless it came out of a bread maker, and that phase didn't even last too long. But whatever.
At this point, I'll do anything.
And so I baked a bread. I googled, "Easiest possible bread recipe" and made that. It didn't sell the condo. It smelled pretty good, but didn't sell it.
Anyone else have any old wives tales or superstitions to recommend? We'll do anything. Or if you know someone who would like to buy a beautiful condo in an excellent building in Minneapolis, that would be much preferred.
As fun as it is to kneed bread for hours at time, I'd really just like to sell the place. From now on I'll stick to the break and bake cookies, my house growing up smelled like cookies much more often than bread.
Ya know, that's how we roll.
I haven't delighted you all with a poem lately, so here goes. You know you missed it!
Dear potential home buyers
I am quite ready for you to look at those fliers
The time to buy is now
Don't sit on your butt like a cow
Our condo is pretty, Our condo is nice
Our condo has never had any mice
Urban is cool
I'm sorry there is no pool
We have some pretty awesome neighbors
Living in Groveland means no more labor
The Chases observe
Please buy our condo, It would be very kind
I promise, it is quite a find