Conversation with my Realtor yesterday:
Noa: So, Adrian and I want to lower the price for our house again.
Realtor: I think that’s a good idea. I’ll send over the paperwork.
Realtor: I wanted to let you know that since someone broke in to the house and stole the appliances, I’m having a hard time keeping any of the doors closed.
Noa: All the doors?
Realtor: Well, yes, but especially the back door. (that’s what she said.)
Noa: That’s because my house is haunted.
Noa: The house is haunted.
Realtor: Oh, well, uh, that sure does explain it.
Noa: I’m joking. The back door won’t stay closed because that’s where they broke in to steal my shit.
Realtor: Ah! I see. I’ll send someone to fix it.
Noa: The house is haunted, though. I was just joking about it opening doors. It never learned how. It just made phone calls and cried all night in the crawl space.
Realtor: Should I put that in the seller’s disclosure?
It’s no wonder we can’t sell the damn thing.
Also, you bitches have some serious competition in the Fashion Fuckaround Challenge. The entries have been coming in and HOLY SHIT they’re good.
There’s still a few days left to submit your pictures to ohnoagavin at gmail dot com and win a $50 Visa Gift Card if you’re chosen as the Fashiony-est of them all.