Have you ever...

...walked into a house and thought, "Hmmmm, I need to get out of here, because there is some bad juju in this place..."? I think that I went to one of those houses this week.

I don't even want to post pictures, because the pictures cannot even translate how weird it was. First of all, the house was located in a nice cul de sac, but you could see GIGANTIC power lines 2 houses down, the interstate, and the glare of your friendly neighborhood Best Buy store.

Thanks, but I don't want my grandchildren to have 3 legs, KWIM? God only knows what that kind of radiation will do.

Then you walk in on buckling driveway (should have been a warning of how poorly constructed this place was). Once you got inside, there was tile everywhere. And I mean tile. EVERY. DAMN. WHERE. Pardon my french, but the profanity helps get the point across. Tile in the living room, kitchen, bathroom walls and CEILING, and hallways. If we were in a tropical climate, I might understand, but this was either someone who had a few screws loose or had some major contractor discount on tile. The tile wasn't even properly laid out, with cracks everywhere and wonky grout lines.

Even better was the layout of the house which was like a rabid gerbil had a piece of chalk strapped to its tail, running across a piece of paper, mapping out a haphazard and insane blueprint. Seriously, two minutes into the tour, I had to leave, for my own mental sanity. The only good thing in the house was the outdoor grill area in the back. Which, with my luck, would have the cast of Beetlejuice pop out of it, singing Harry Belafonte songs.

On a side note, I have found myself getting a little territorial about homes, even though we won't be purchasing for a while longer. I get a little faklempt when I see that homes that we sorta liked months back are under contract. As long as I don't start marking my territory...