Why, yes, we do have some questions.

This morning, Mike was in the front yard and someone pulled up. He introduced himself and said that he was the son-in-law of the woman who lived here for a long time. He and Mike made some small talk about the house and some of the improvements we have done. At the end of the conversation, he said that if we had any questions about the house, we could feel free to let him know and he would be glad to help us out if he could.

How long before we can ask the following questions:

1. What is UP with the wallpaper?
2. What was UP with the brick/paneling combination in the sunroom?
3. Seriously, what is UP with the kitchen/den combo and the godawful carpet?
4. Can someone please explain the light fixture that looked like a UFO?
5. Why would anyone cover perfectly nice hardwood floors in some boring beige carpet?
6. Why would anyone pair boring beige carpet with cream colored walls and trim?
7. How old, exactly, was the fixture on the fan in the sunroom?
8. Who painted the cabinets white? With yellow accents? And why?
9. Please explain the pink sponge painting in the middle bedroom.
10. Baby blue for a master bedroom? Really?
11. And, finally, why does the sunroom have eight doors that lead nowhere? WHAT IS UP WITH THE INVISIBLE DECK?

Those are . . . just off the top of my head. I am betting I could come up with more. Oh, wait! One more!

12. How come we have so many light switches that don’t do ANYTHING?

My favorite part is that the guy saw the cabinets on the outside of the house and said, “Wow, you weren’t kidding about redoing the kitchen. You must be loaded.” It was probably not in the best of taste for him to say that, but Mike said he seemed like a nice guy, a good old boy who didn’t mean it in an offensive way. So he said the only thing he could possibly say. “Well. We don’t have kids.”

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