So, it looks like my house is going into contract (but remember, this is me, so anything could go wrong). But that's not the funny part.
The buyers had an inspector come today to check out the house. It is a little disconcerting to see someone walking around your house taking notes when you can't figure out what he is even looking at.
I knew he would want to check out the downstairs bathroom, so I turned the water back on in there. We haven't used it in maybe a few years.
So, he flushes the toilet and . . . . . . . . . . . boom! It pretty much explodes sewage all over the bathroom. And, of course, when that happened, it caused a flood in the basement. Not too pretty and still cleaning.
This is analgous to running a red light on your road test, or, on a first date --forgetting where you parked your car or your date's name, or to bring money, or to wear two shoes that are actually the same color, or absent mindedly telling your date that you hate the color purple when everything she is wearing is purple (yes, this genius has actually done all of those, and I could go on).
The timing was, for me, nothing new, if fact, the story of my life. You can't make this stuff up.
Fortunately, to my shock, there was nothing else wrong with the house, so . . . stay tuned.
Hee-hee! I love this stuff. You should just write about your own life all the time. In fact, you should write a book. Dave Barry has nothing on you, big fella'.
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