I ate all your bees wrote:Mmmm, house hunting. *remembers some of the crack dens Bees had to look at last year* *smacks head on desk*
I'm sure all the estate agents will see you for the classy male that you are and take you to some more tasteful properties.
I mean, there was even a red light bulb. And a broom in the sink. Not sure what that has to do with drug taking, but maybe I'm just naive.
Sounds like the place I briefly resided in in Madrid with some other students. It was a dump and had graffiti all over the walls. I suggested we paint the walls. The consensus was to just add more graffiti. So somewhere in Madrid there might be an apartment with some original works of art by FI#2.
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I wish my real estate agent was named Moses Taylor so I could proclaim:
"Moses Taylor Hunts Houses"
We'll be looking at the house at 2:30 today (Eastern). If it looks really good, maybe I'll get a kiss.
Of course, we also have to sell our current townhouse before we can buy. I hope "overlooks former residence of Amish child killer" doesn't hurt the resale value.