Wednesday WTF
Before we delve into today’s hot mess of choices that we’ve deemed a true Wednesday WTF, I’d like to address a frequent pearl-clutching reader question. “Does WTF stand for what I think it stands for?” Yes. Maybe. Depends. See, let me explain. In the immortal words of the great fictional Realtor Phil Dunphy, I like…
Sometimes, when doing research for another story, you go down a rabbit hole at 3 a.m. and find another listing that sends you down another rabbit hole of WTF in Utah and then suddenly it’s 5 a.m. and your caffeine consumption for the next day puts your heart rate somewhere around hummingbird wings and over-sugared…
So before we begin with this week’s Wednesday WTF (which features Abercrombie’s castle), I should apologize for being late. But in my defense, it was an election night last night, and I was up late. Like, really late. Like, there was this one race that someone won by a mere 25 votes and those votes…
So sometimes you find a fixer and you think, “Oh, maybe there’s shiplap,” or “maybe there are hardwoods under that vinyl,” or “maybe Satan lives here.” This week’s Wednesday WTF is a reader-submitted Tudor, and is definitely a contender for a hot new HGTV show called “Beelzebub’s Baseboards.” No? How about “Lucifer and Liens?” “Mephistopheles…
Have y’all seen the forecast? It’s like Beginner’s Hades up in here. For the Wednesday WTF readers who are not from Texas, let me explain: “spring” in Texas is more like a toddler before naptime — blowing hot and cold, irrational, and really inconvenient. And it just so happens that this week will reach the…
