Wednesday WTF
You know that when you look at a foreclosure, almost anything can happen. Sometimes the home is still lovely and a steal, and sometimes its a Baltimore enigma wrapped in a chalupa and served with a side of, well, Wednesday WTF.
As we have pointed out before, sometimes the Wednesday WTF is something that hurts our feelings, and sometimes — as is the case in this week’s Tiki time capsule — it’s something we can’t believe exists for our viewing pleasure.
You know how sometimes the house we find (or, rather the house that finds us) for the Wednesday WTF kind of eases you into some impressive WTFery? This is not that listing. This house is WTF from the start. The outside is maybe the only thing that is OK, and even then, yeah. Now, a…
When my predecessor handed over the reins to this esteemed weekly feature, she warned me that my Internet search history would never recover and that my inbox would become a Wednesday WTF mailbag of mayhem. She was correct. Some inherit jewels, some inherit money, some inherit good or bad genes, and even the wind. I…
We love our readers. And fans of the Wednesday WTF are especially ardent and helpful, and send us suggestions. So many of you sent this house that is now on the market, and is owned by one Dr. Phil McGraw, he of the hirsute lip and slightly Texan twang and all the folksy humor. If…
