I am literally sick to my stomach and am in desperate need of some ranting and venting, hence yet another post on the blog that refuses to die.
Some of you may remember that Honey Mustard and I put a bid on a new and larger house a few weeks ago with a contingency of it passing a home inspection.
Well, the inspection was today… and the house failed in a more spectacular fashion than George W. Bush would a public speaking class.
In other words, it wasn’t pretty.
When the home inspector with over 30 years experience says that the house is “a pit” and is “a fire waiting to happen” because of the electrical system and he is “amazed the house hasn’t caught fire yet”, you know you’re in trouble.
The inspector went room to room and went over each room with a fine-tooth comb and found so many things wrong with it that it would take me until Christmas 2009 to list them all, but here are a few of the better ones:
- Upstairs bathroom leaks into downstairs bathroom (Convenient…)
- Downstairs bathroom leaks into the basement
- The exhaust fan on the stove/oven doesn’t go outside as Illinois law dictates; rather it goes into the attic. Meaning if a fire occurred on the stove, the entire house would go up in flames.
- The outlets in every room are installed incorrectly.
Needless to say, we are going to rescind our offer.
These are things that no one; not me, not HoMu, not my father-in-law or mother-in-law, or my Mom and Dad noticed when we went through the house.
Granted, it’s a positive that we discovered it BEFORE we bought it and moved in, but still… we liked the layout of this house… we liked the looks of the house… we liked the yard…
And now we’re back at square one.
I can sum up my feelings in one concise word;
FUCK!
Thanks for allowing me the chance to vent. Carry on…
