The crack house is sold.
The crack house across the street was possessed a year ago and the city pumped enough money into it for a new roof, landscaping, and probably meth lab removal. It's been on the market for a month and I watched countless people go in and out checking the place out. Last week the house sold.
So -- who's my new neighbor across the street? Jon and I discussed the matter and agreed that any of the following would be alright in our books.
- Members of the Swedish Bikini Team -- preferably three or four that like to showcase new swimwear as they tan in the front yard.
- Someone who works at Hooters -- since obviously these girls wear nothing but orange short shorts and midriff T's.
- Members of the Gophers Cheerleading Squad -- that either host jello wrestling contests and/or need critique of their cheer routines.
Either way, I'm going to have plenty of sugar on hand in case any or all of the above need to stop by to borrow a cup. ;)