Our Housing Drama (with a Funny Story)

Be prepared. There is a funny story at the end of all this.
Here's the background (long story short): Jason and I sold our house here in CT in Sept. 2007...right before housing prices started dropping. Loved our house but didn't like the schools there and didn't like the busy area...way too many motorcycles and honking horns.
My dear hubby said we were going to rent for a year(ish) to wait until prices dropped further and go from there. So we found our nice quiet house on 11 Ann Avenue in Shelton. We've now been here 18 months as renters. (Sidenote: Being a renter vs. homeowner the last 18 months is a story all in itself). So we are month to month with our landlord (since we surpassed the one year lease time frame).
In late January, we found a house that we thought we were going to buy...had a strong verbal agreement and was waiting on them to sign the contract. We told our landlord we're moving, and then the whole house deal fell apart. Please know-don't try to buy a house where the couple is getting a nasty divorce and the guy decides to wait until last minute to say he's also filing bankruptcy. Talk about drama.
While all the buying/selling drama is happening, Jason also finds out that our current landlord is in default on his mortgage and is getting foreclosed on. Yes, it's true. He decided to stop paying the mortgage on the house we're living in last August. Then (since he still thinks we're moving soon...cause we never told him differently), he puts the house up for sale and also for rent.
So Jason and I are in the midst of figuring out what we're doing, where we're going, etc. When we decide for sure, I'll post about that later. Meanwhile, we are getting a fair amount of people calling and wanting to see the house. Granted, this is not my house and I don't really care what these people think of it...so I do not go out of my way to have it sparkling clean and tidy. Sometimes we even stay here and go back to the playroom or go outside while they look at the house. I'm not upsetting my family life to let people see this house. Plus, the longer it takes to sell/rent, the better for me until we figure out what is what.
Okay-funny story: On Saturday we were supposed to have a showing from 11:30-noon. Great, no big deal. I've seriously had over 20 showings on this house in the last month. So we finish our lunch and hear the doorbell ring. It's 11:45. I go to the door and (in my Midwestern hospitable way) open the door and say, "Hi! Come on in! We're just finishing up lunch!" There is a middle aged woman at the door (dressed in a suit) along with a young woman and her son. They introduce themselves by their first name and come inside. I don't think I really look at them again...I'm just talking and walking back to the kitchen. I'm saying something like, "Oh yeah, cute kids...yeah, yeah, yeah" I then say, "Okay, we're just gonna go out here to the playroom while you do your thing." (We are not looking at them at all). Jason gets Abby, I get Ben and we all head out to our playroom (at the back of the house) to hang out. Five minutes (FIVE MINUTES) go by. We're playing with the kids...not paying a lick of attention to these people. Suddenly the older woman comes to the playroom door and says, "Um, I see that you have your house for sale. I think you have us confused for someone else." We're like "Huh?!" She says, "I'm a Jehovah's Witness." Holy Moly. Our mouths drop open and our eyeballs nearly pop out. We had NO IDEA! She was quite flustered and didn't even try to give us any literature or talk to us about JW stuff. They just made a beeline for the door and that was it. We were like, "Omigosh, we're so sorry! We were supposed to have a showing, blah, blah, blah."
What a strange experience. After they left, we just looked at each other and started to laugh...hard. First of all, we've never had any JW people come to the door before. Secondly, the people for the showing from 11:30-noon never showed up. They must've thought we were the strangest people. Just welcoming them in like we were the best of friends and then disappearing to the back of our house. I can only imagine them standing in our house for FIVE MINUTES and trying to piece it all together. What a hoot!