~ The Rental House From Hell ~

I have spent the past three weeks of my life, more or less, fixing up a house we own and haven’t been able to sell in this horrendous market.  So, we have been renting it out. This is the main reason I haven’t been posting much lately.

You see, the previous renter was apparently sent to us from that awful bitch named Karma.  I mean, we must have done something REALLY bad earlier in our lives to have deserved this kind of trouble.

I won’t go into detail, but the abuse this house took is nothing short of criminal.  And don’t get me started about the past-due-you-know-you’ll-never-see-the-money rent.

So we’ve been trying to fix everything to get it back into rentable shape, in the hopes that our next renters will be Amish.  Or something very close to it.

And I now have paint in crevices I would rather not define, and I have absolutely NO idea how that happened, but hey, the walls look good!

We’ve power-washed, we’ve sanded rust, we’ve painted, we’ve caulked, we’ve de-limed, we’ve weeded, and mowed, and trimmed.

And it STILL isn’t ready to re-rent.

I’ve tried not to get bitter.  But I can’t wrap my brain around the lack of responsibility that caused this.  So I took my Varmint and Critter to the house for a couple of days to 1) help out! and 2) learn from this.

You see, THEY were so angry the previous renter did this to our house, and THEY were so mortified that they had to clean up someone else’s horrendous mess, that they learned a valuable lesson:  Treat others they way you want to be treated.

And clean the toilet more often than once every 3 years.

Word.