So, I said to lil sis today that if only I had another million or so to spend on a house finding one that we fit into and also that I like would be so much easier.
Have I mentioned how satisfying and relaxing house hunting is?
No?
How surprising.
Have I mentioned that if I (I'm 5'6") can touch the ceiling that means it's too low? Also, if I happen to touch your ceiling and it is wet on my fingers then your house is a tear down, I don't care how much it snowed a month ago, get real on the price. Seriously and yuck. Approaching one house I could smell the gas leak from the outside, one I could smell the musty/mold odor from outside, the family with all the lap tops and ipads on the counter left their front door unlocked (?), and also, "bed rooms" that are too small for twin beds (WTF?) and then there were others ...... seriously, I need a spare million, or two.
Also, why am I refinishing my floors and chipping out broken tiles in my own house when other people can't even wipe last night's rice-a-roni off the stove?
They don't really want to sell their houses, do they?
Come on lottery!
Still stressed. Kind of cranky.
Did you believe the kind of part?
Me neither. I'm foul right now.
Ugh! If I win the lottery I promise to share, lol. Better luck soon! :)
Posted by: Ms. M | February 20, 2011 at 02:57 AM
I can totally sympathize with this post. I would love to win the lottery and buy about 500 acres, then build a house right in the middle.
Posted by: South Beach Steve | February 20, 2011 at 05:17 PM