Because not only had I never heard of this woman and her bizarre career choice….
But I was totally unaware there was an audience for it as well.
I have an iPhone.
Which means I have Apple News.
So last week I was scrolling through the stories of the day and stumbled across this:
I shouldn’t have watched.
I know that…. believe me. But I thought it was a joke. I figured I would laugh and blog about the ridiculousness of it.
It wasn’t a joke.
And apparently this is a thing.
There’s an entire YouTube channel devoted to watching Dr. Sandra Lee pop people’s pimples.
She has 5,643,803 subscribers FFS!
I fear for the future of the human race when over half a billion people have nothing better to do than watch this:
We’re doomed I tell you.
I never know what I’ll find in my husband’s barn.
The other day? I found this hanging on the wall….
After I was through shuddering, I named it Creepy Baby.
Because, it’s a baby. And it’s creepy. I swear it’s eyes follow me around the room, and you know that never ends well.
I also saw this perched on the window sill.
It is what you think it is.
The question is….
As a decorative item, it leaves a lot to be desired.
And I can only hope the mechanism used to make it go boom isn’t in there as well.
But with my husband?
You never know.
Crazy real estate agent’s photos part 3, and let’s start it off with a bang.
Or a boom as the case may be..
There’s so much wrong with this I don’t even know where to start. Aside from the obvious WTF factor…. this guy looks like he’s getting ready to goose you. Why are his hands open wide? Why do you have to reach into his chest to flush? And considering what he must see everyday… why the hell is he smiling?
Someone clearly had too much time… and acrylic paint… on their hands.
Just your normal bathroom/dining room combo…
And bathroom/kitchen combo….
And bathroom/bedroom combo.
Not just for outside anymore.
When you live in the city… but your wife really wants a cow.
Because sun shade awnings are stylish anywhere.
Proof positive there is such a thing as too much togetherness.
I’m not sure what’s more disturbing about this bizarre bathtub… the fact that it’s covered in carpet?
That it has 4 decorative poles?
Or that it appears to have an electric heater installed on the side?
I don’t know.
I really don’t.
Before we found our current house, I went on what I lovingly refer to as the “Homes From Hell Tour” with my real estate agent. It was a seller’s market back in 2002 and they were selling some crazy sh*t.
We found a bedroom floor with a large hole in the center. It was a crater, you could see 2 stories down…. we found a trampoline in a living room with bumper pads on the walls and ceiling…. and we found a room entrance completely covered with blue tarps and duct tape. Apparently you only got to see what was in there if you purchased the place.
So yes, these crazy realtor photos make me laugh.
You’re doing it wrong.
When you’re bound and determined to make use of every last inch of space.
Good luck finding a bath mat to fit there.
And that doesn’t happen very often…
Good to know.
If you really, really, really want to live by the ocean… but can’t afford it.
When you can’t afford wallpaper, but grandma has some spare rugs in her attic.
But Sunday’s post about the fair ?
The one that featured that very well endowed male goat…..
Was my highest viewed blog since I joined WordPress last summer.
Not quite sure what that says about you lot…
But I may need to reevaluate my followers list.
I was cruising FB the other day and saw a post from a realtor friend of mine.
It was a collection of mondo bizarro things agents find in homes they’re hired to sell and it was too damned funny not to share.
So Part 1 starts now.
For those days when it’s too damned hot to actually go outside and jump in the pool.
My husband once put a desk together backwards, so this really cracks me up.
Aside from the glaringly obvious yellow vomit color scheme?
There are way too many eyes in this bathroom for me to be comfortable doing my business.
They’re not just for windows anymore…
When you want carpet in the bedroom, and your other half doesn’t.
I haven’t decided if this is a living room in a bathroom… or a bathroom in a living room. But either way?
But sometimes, my question is this…
Why would you want to?
Personally, I’ve never felt the need to shed my skin like a snake…
But okay, whatever floats your boat.
And while I enjoy a good bug museum as much as the next girl…
I’ve never felt the need to actually snack on them.
I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it just looks…
Likewise for Fred and friends dunking their nether regions in my cup of hot tea.
I could probably get behind the bread alignment pad…
Wine condoms, if anyone actually ever has leftover wine.
(Is that even possible?)
But this last one –
Is not only an affront to common decency…
But the ruination of every backyard bbq and clambake in my foreseeable future.
Damn you Amazon…
I may never eat corn again.