Dora Dora Dora Dora Dora

I counted five more TVs in this house. (I'm judgmental like that, but it's okay because my children play with nothing but organic twigs and rain puddles.)

Awww.

Happy Valentine's Day to you, too, listing.

Looks a lot like my desk.

This photo says nothing about the house -- all you can see is the table and the crap on it. So why include it?

Sometimes it seems like a really spiteful person picks the photos. A really spiteful person who doesn't care what the listing looks like for a half-million dollar house.

Cough, cough

The walls in this photo make me think the current residents are heavy, heavy smokers:


But the bathroom? Smoke stains? Maybe I'm happier not knowing.



(This is the same house that's smiling, below.)

It's smiling at me!

Awww.

"EL DUMPO!!"

I appreciate the honesty in the listing: "The Ultimate Fixer. Not for the faint of heart." When a house is a former meth lab, I guess there's not much point in pretending that all it needs is a fresh coat of paint and some granite countertops to perk it right up.

"need some TLC"

I didn't enlarge this photo -- it's that way on the listing. Are they not interested in making a sale? I do not understand.