is that a year from now? When our condo still hasn't sold, and we're still taking Sam down five flights of stairs to pee, and the baby is sleeping in an open bedroom, and we're repainting for the fiftieth time, as if THAT is going to make a difference?
I just want people teo say, "You were right, Kathy. We were wrong to doubt you. You were absolutely right. This condo never WILL sell. You are stuck here until you die. Good call!"