Monday, February 17, 2014

Househunting: the good, the bad… nevermind, let’s just do the FAILS

 


Y’all…

Sometimes I just click on a realtor’s website and a mental soundtrack of

 

what on earth?

what on earth?

what on earth?

just plays endlessly on repeat.

 

 

Because I just don’t get it.  Putting photos of your home online should showcase the very best of what you’re trying to sell, right?  At least this time I’m not actually IN their homes, seeing my realtor walk in on them pooping.

 

(Still one of my very favorite True Story Tuesday’s, by the way).

 

Or locking myself in the bathroom of someone else’s home.

 

Or pulling up to see people laying naked next to the driveway.

 

Looking at pictures online should be a wee bit easier.  Except, last time it was really confusing.

 

(Random goats, cat butts, and fax machines in bathrooms, anyone?)

 

There’s a whole new slew of “I’m trying to sell you my house, so I’ll just showcase some oddities” out there online.

 

brace yourself

 

 

 

My first whizza-whazza? moment was this little furniture set up:

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Is it an exercise room?  A cat sanctuary?  A viewing gallery?

 

I don’t know about you, but I avoid going to the gym because I feel like everyone is staring at me.  This would give me a complex.

 

 

Speaking of “everybody is watching me” complexes… Methinks this is just ASKING for performance anxiety.  Seriously… why?

windows

 

 

My OCD self wants to know why they only built 2/3 of that cabinet?  To make sure you had to vacuum under it?  Wait… why is there carpet anywhere near a sink?

under the cabinet

 

 

More bathroom sink trouble.  Is it just me?

sinks

 

 

And everyone needs a dishwasher in their bathroom.  I guess this could be called a SIX-piece master bath?  Don’t miss the coffee maker…

dishwasher

(Oh wait… could that be a towel warmer?  Now I’m confused.  But still… coffee maker???)

 

 

A coffeemaker might make more sense in an office… but

Holy Wire Mess Batman.

 

wires

 

 

Moving on to the bedroom.  Random patch of laminate flooring anyone?

Seriously, please help.  I want to know what this is for!  It isn’t the dining room, I already checked.

random hardwood

 

 

Lovely dining room!  Those randomly bare shelves are making me twitch.  Let’s invent a backstory about puppy-proofing the house.

shelves

 

 

Let’s talk about puppies and assorted pets for a minute.  I get that sellers might think it’s cute to include them in house-for-sale advertisements.  But the number of pet bombs that occur are frankly, quite frightening.

Did they NOT KNOW that their dog was in the crib?  Or is that the dog’s crib?  No response is going to make me feel better.

pet 3

(anyone else have a fridge in their bedroom?  Or is that the dog’s too?)

 

 

The next three photos are from the same house.  Seriously, is it that hard to get a photo without the pets?

Hey, and DOG BUTT!

 

doggies

pet 1

pet 2

 

 

 

These just make me laugh.  Because I can totally see this pooch insisting on being wherever the photo-taker is.  And he looks bewildered at the apparently invisible thing the photog is interested in.

dog again1

 

(random room devoted to ONE plant)

dog again2

 

 

 

CAT BUTT!

(we’re so mature around here)

cat again

 

 

But ohmygoodness, CAT BUTT!  Who wants that on their dinner table?!

kitty on table

 

Mind bleach.

 

Switching to kitchens…

 

How do you suppose the average person is supposed to reach the pots and pans that are hanging from the skylight?

(Not to mention a people McNugget like me?)

 

reach the pots

 

 

Or hanging from the ceiling fan, for that matter?

pots from fan

(I jest, I jest.  But I sure did think they were when I first saw this photo).

 

 

And just so y’all can puzzle it with me.  How do you work in this kitchen?

It’s kind of like a Tetris deal.

 

kitchen

 

 

And my least favorite:

pool shark2

 

Who paints a shark next to their indoor pool?

 

Cue JAWS terror.

But, y’know, that brick fireplace just makes it all make sense.

 

 

We’re surviving this season of house-hunting.

 

 


Have you had any of your own adventures?

 

(All photos via real estate advertisements and Google.  Please don’t sue me because I outed your dog sleeping in a crib.)

 

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