I took a nap yesterday around 11am. I woke up to a doorbell at 2pm. I was scrambling to get up since I didn't know who it was. My hair was all crazy and I was in a wifebeater and jammies. I opened the door and saw a car by my drive. Some guy walks up and asks me if the house is for sale. I asked him what he meant by that? I told him that it was for sale in the fall, but corrected myself with a summer. I told him it wasn't for sale anymore. I asked "Why, is it still listed?" He answered with a "yes, it's on a couple sites." I didn't know what to say. But this isn't the first time I've gotten weird sleep interrupting doorbells on the weekend. I called my realtor to find out what the deal was. Because I do have the deed to my house and it ain't for sale.