Woe is me and I'm drinking wine to console myself. The house big-time flunked the inspection. I know, I know...better to know now than buy a termite-eaten-terribly-roofed-no-foundation-crap-o-la house. Did I mention the freezing pipes, fire-hazard-electric work, sagging floors, and god-only-knows-what-else-they-covered-up?
And yes, I'll keep looking. Right after I finish this bottle of Shiraz. :)
Figure if I embalm myself with wine then the mold and rotting wood won't get me. Maybe pneumonia will but hey, I bet the hospital room won't flood and it won't have mold.
Come on pneumonia. That's a "P" as in pneumonia.
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