"The best I can do is post some with my family in them."

What? What more do you need? This is what you would look like if you lived here. So. D you want it or not?
(Found by Anna.)

What? What more do you need? This is what you would look like if you lived here. So. D you want it or not?
(Found by Anna.)
I'm trying to do some technical things on this blog that are far beyond my skills. Apologies if it looks weird and / or breaks in the next few days.



A treadmill! A trampoline! A... a... an arm pully thing-a-ma-jig! I would say something mean, but I'm afraid the homeowners could kick my ass. Please don't hurt me. Go hurt Amy, she's the one who found your listing. Sorry Amy.
I'm not saying they have bananas hanging from the ceiling. I'm saying they don't have bananas, so that's okay.
I'm also not saying that I can even tell what room this is. I think that's a stove, but does that really narrow things down?
(Found by Daniela. She liked the bathroom, but I got stuck on the ... kitchen?)
Man, you guys are great. Or sick, I really can't tell the difference any more. With each entry I'd say "There's the winner! No, there!" Those chairs and their magic eye seminars, their anticipation of strippers, their drinking problems. So sad.
It's not easy, but... (drum roll)... the winner is:

Hi! How are you! It's me, the giant ghostly stone face that will haunt your house. How's it going? So, do you want to buy the place? It's only $9,750,000. What a bargain! What, you'd like to see more photos? Toughy toenails, I'm all you get. So, are you going to buy it or not?
(Found by David.)

This photo looks eh, but not so awful. Some little shack in the woods, right? A hunting camp, maybe? Or... a $875,000 house? You be the judge. (By "you" I mean "real estate agent," because actually you don't get a say in the matter.)