It is truth-telling time, my peoples. When infomercials come on, I am hypnotized. It is not just any infomercial that gets my attention. It is the infomercials that concern kitchen gadgets. I cannot give my money to them fast enough.
My family has learned my tell and they hide my wallet. Those killjoys kept me from buying a set of Spurtles. If you do not know what a set of Spurtles is then you are simply not paying enough attention to the unbelievable amount of crap being sold on TV.
Now, my latest purchase that I was able to do out of the sight of my terribly mean family is a “13-in-1 Food Chopper, Onion Chopper, Vegetable Slicer, Cutter, Dicer, Veggie Chopper with 8 Blades and a Colander Basket.”
Yeah baby, all that!
I made this macaroni salad that was incredible. The gherkins, red pepper, red onion, and so on were all the same size. Each bite had the same amount of each ingredient. That macaroni salad was *chef’s kiss*. My newest love slices, dices, chops, grinds, and cross cuts whatever I give it. I digress.
So you are probably wondering by now, what does any of this have to do with real estate? Well, I am getting there.
As I was looking at listings I came across a “home” that bore a striking resemblance to my dicer. Yeah, you read that right. While I love my dicer I would not want to live in it.
This yurt, with its cross-cut walls, sits on 14.65 acres along with a 30-by-40 locust barn. It is located at 1329 White Oak Grove Road NE, Riner, Virginia. The interior of the yurt has a wood stove for heat, an electric range, a refrigerator, a full bath, a loft, custom hardwood floors that have just been refinished, and the ever-creepy feeling that you will be sliced and diced like bell pepper. The owner is asking $350,000.
Bart gets what I am talking about.
The ceiling is meant for slicing its residents and the walls are meant for dicing.
Now I know it may not seem scary for some. It is a yurt. What is scary about a yurt?
Well, there is nothing scary about a yurt except when it becomes sentient and it turns you into another ingredient for its very own version of macaroni salad.
There is the option of living in the locust barn.
Looks nice enough. I do enjoy a front porch. Let us go inside.
It is more than apparent that whoever selected the ceiling material has never used a slicer or dicer. Sliced while doing laundry. Are you kidding me with that?
You can see why I am in no rush to add this yurt to my stable of properties. I will stick with my 13-in-1 food chopper and my macaroni salad.
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