it only takes ... two

as soon as chris had accepted his new job offer in raleigh, we contacted a realtor and put our asheville house on the market. we chose, as chris likes to remind me, the worst time since we've been alive to try to sell a house. it became a running joke between us of how often we were reassured by friends that, "it only takes one!" (for those of you who have not been blessed with our bad luck, this apparently common phrase means that it only takes one special buyer walking through your door to get it sold.) this turned into our mantra. we'd be wallowing in our misery of having yet another week without any showings, and turn to each other and say, "remember, honey, it only takes one!" this is the ironic thing. we finally got a great offer in april, accepted it, and went under contract. eleven days later, the buyers inexplicably pulled out, and two l-o-n-g months later, we finally were able to re-list. (i will spare you the pain of hearing our nightmare story of agents, attorneys, and old people who change their minds for no reason.) so now, chris and i look at each other and and say, "remember, honey, it only takes two."