The house is on Craigslist.

For rent, blah, blah, blah. Description of our house (and ever other house in the neighborhood). Location. No phone number to call, just an e-mail address.

(No, I'm not linking. Are you crazy? You'd so stalk Adam.)

Here's the twist: neither one of us posted it.

We find out about about the ad when a minivan with Ohio plates pulls into the driveway this afternoon and an affable sort of guy gets out and asks if we're the landlords. Which, given the context of Adam climbing around on the roof, winterizing the swamp cooler kind of makes sense, but still we were both like "say wha?"

"I saw your ad on Craigslist. $1095 a month for a two story house. This street and that street."

We kind of looked at each other and shrugged. The house across the way is up for rent, but it's a teeny one-story jobbie and would never be confused with our house. So I went online looking for the ad, and it seems that yes, someone's trying to rent what sounds like our house.

I'm sure the rental company for the house across the way just mixed up listings, but at the same time, dude. That's kind of jacked.