To Good To Be True

Guys.
The house we put an offer on over the weekend.
You know, the perfect one in the perfect location with the perfect price?

It ended up being a meth house.

House shopping is the worst.
Oh and stupid Utahn's that think meth is awesome. Yousuck.

And I put on my gym clothes and got distracted with blogging instead.
Not only do I have nothing to say other than I hate you stupid meth people, but I get to feel guilty for telling the world about it because eventually I'm going to have to walk back to my bedroom and put on my real clothes again.

And fold my nice clean gym clothes up and put them back in the drawer.

It happens.