The People Who Owned This House Before Us Were Dumb

Ode to the previous owners of our house...

Ah. Geez. On my knees last night with a razor blade, attempting to clean up a messy caulk joint in the shower. Curse that lazy white trash.

Another messy caulk joint. Errant paint everywhere. Overly heavy texture to compensate for the inability to build a smooth, straight wall. Trim that would make a finish carpenter weep and wish for a swift death.

There is something to be said for doing the job right, even if you know you're going to sell the house.

At least the people who buy it won't know that you're a complete idiot.

But hey, I do find some satisfaction in knowing that you moved to a barren, windswept neighborhood without trees that's much further from your job, just because it was shiny and new. And that you paid way to much for a mass produced crap box likely built with poisonous Chinese drywall. Do yourselves a favor and buy some masking tape next time you're at walmart.