We had lunch with friends after church at a Chinese Restaurant. This restaurant proudly displays an MSG Free sign on the door and on the menus. I ordered beef and broccoli without the sauce. I don't know whether it is wheat, corn starch or salt; but something in Chinese food (even MSG free) makes me retain water. I've decided I'd rather have plain food than fight with the scale.

We were giving one of our friends a ride home about 2:10 when the cell phone rang. Someone wanted to show our house between 3:00 and 4:00. We asked our friend if she would mind if we went home and let the dog out of his crate for a few minutes to get water and run around. She was agreeable. Less than 5 minutes later the phone rang again. Someone else wanted to show the house between 2:30 and 3:30. We raced in, let Rascal out, grabbed a change of clothes, picked up some leaves off the carpet, locked Rascal back up, and left the house. Our friend said we could stay at her house until the realtors were gone.

I started out dreading having our house on the market. I'm gradually developing a sense of humor about the process.

Having the house up for sale has cramped my cooking style. I don't cook certain foods like onions, because they make the house stink. I don't cook many things that have to come out of the oven at a particular time, because a realtor might call and I'd have to leave.

Friday night I had a craving for something crunchy. I realized it had been a long time since I had made sweet potato fries. Though they have to be watched fairly closely while they cook, I felt fairly safe that no one would want to see the house on a Friday night. My Type As and I were watching a movie. When the sweet potato fries were done, I didn't have to share. I had all the delightful crunch to myself.