Yesterday our house officially hit the market; we came home from the grocery store to find a lock box on our doorknob and a giant sale sign in our bedroom window.
Today I woke up excited, fully expecting to be bombarded by phone calls telling us to leave so someone could come
invade check out our house. It's 4 p.m., and my phone lights up with nothing but Facebook alerts.
I'm starting my own campaign that's sure to snag a buyer. I call it the baby strategy.
Carter says, Please, buy my house.
First, he sets up his sign.