Flashback Friday: Extreme Home Breakdown
We’re in the process of getting out of the rental and closing on our new house, which means memory lane is filled with past attempts of selling our old house. Here’s one of the more fun “discussions” we had over the last five years:
I’m convinced that home builders – when they are not sitting around talking about joists and vapor barriers – partner with Satan himself to figure out how to make the future homeowner the most miserable. Take, for example, the painting of a bathroom. Non-pagan, Christian homebuilders would have installed toilets that would lean forward at an angle, thereby allowing you to paint behind them without placing your head in a Very Unclean Space. But no, the Lucifer Alliance that built our house installed a standard toilet, which means that there were several times this weekend that I was embracing the entry point to a sewage system. Many times when I was painting, I had the very distinct, very disturbing thought: “My head is laying where my rear end was sitting just minutes ago.”
