Wallpaper and other stories of drunkeness

Welcome back internet. Welcome back TV. Oh, how I've missed you! And I have so much to tell you all. Okay, so we closed on the house about a month ago (although I've only been here for about 2 weeks of that). We've been working our butts off!! P.S. if I can give anyone advice about decorating, let it be that wallpaper is NEVER the answer. Seriously. I have spent far too many hours spraying and scraping, spraying and scraping. Then peeling. All the peeling. I can't get those hours back, ya know what I mean? Do yourself and everyone who may own your house in the future a favor and just don't do it. I hear an accent wall is coming back in style. I salute and encourage it, in fact, I'm doing one...but not with wallpaper. And yesterday I discovered a delightful treat, 2 layers of wallpaper in the dining room. The hits just keep on comin...

Moving on- the people we bought our house from are...let's say...different. And by different, I mean crazy. Like certifiably nutso. To be fair, we suspected the husband might be a bit off his rocker towards the beginning of our relationship. Little did we know, the wife was also on the crazy train. Let's see...what tale to tell. Well, first of all, they were drunk at our walk through. Classy, right? At one point, Sparky asked them if they work or are retired. Her response, however, indicated what she heard was "Are you retarded?" Then there's the fact that the garbage man told me, in no uncertain terms, that they are alcoholics. Yeah, the universal hand signal for alcoholic. You know, the thumb and pinkie out, thumb to the mouth signal. Then there's the fact that they busted out bags full of crushed beer cans every week. Oh, and lest I forget, there was a restraining order on the husband for three months prior to the sale of the house. I could go on and on. The arsenal of guns (he actually laid them out in the driveway once), the vague answers to questions ("let's just say I work for an agency"), the fact that they left cups of wine and open beer cans in the fridge. P.S. it took me half a day to clean the refrigerator. The inside of the dishwasher is all rusted...how does that even happen? Cra Cra, I tell you.

So, I'm going to try to post some pics of the house soon. Before and afters hopefully. I would like to say, for the record, that just by painting and taking down wallpaper, I think we could turn around and sell this house for about $10,000 more than we bought it for. Amazing.