Sniff sniff

My parents' house is on the market! (I should point out that the list price is nowhere near what they paid for it 18 years ago, nor all that close to what they expect to get for it.) It looks pretty much nothing like the house I grew up in, but I'm proud of them for getting rid of the piles of junk and animal hair that were the primary residents of our home. There are so many freaking misspellings in the description (canel? lilly?), though, that I want to smack the realtor upside the head.