One day last fall, Carrie said to me, "I saw a house for sale down the street in a part of town we could never afford. But this one is within our price range and owned by a crazy old hoarder with three dogs and fifteen cats."
She then added with wonder in her eyes, "It smells like an SPCA kill room, half of the house doesn't have electricity, and the basement reminds me of the well from Silence of the Lambs!"
I put my fist in the air and yelled, "Let's buy that sucker!"
