Dear Karen the Realtor,

I was really excited about buying the condo. I had spent a few months looking and finally found your listing. The old charm, the high ceilings, claw foot tub, tons of windows, tile bathroom and kitchen, the place looked beautiful. Surprisingly so, my husband was thrilled too. He cared more about the location, and the property was exactly where we wanted it. You were quick to respond to my inquiry, answered my questions, and pointed me in the direction of a mortgage company. Oh the excitement.

I was thrilled today when I received a call from the mortgage company saying we qualified for the loan. We had done all the paperwork, submitted all the information, and were ready to move forward. The actually thought of owning not just any place, but that place. Oh the excitement.

I called your office today and spoke to your assistant. She said you were out of town but could answer any of my questions. Then she proceeded to look up the property were we hoping to buy. Karen, oh Karen . . . You tell people when a property is in CONTRACT.

Yes, Karen, lame-ass (insert a variety of other vulgar terms here) Karen, didn't tell us the property was in contract, otherwise known as being bought. Instead she sent me 4 different emails telling me how excited she was that we wanted to buy the place.

This is my Wednesday. And tonight, I am going to go home and continue to torture myself by watching the RNC.