Angry, angry, angry. Also sad. 
So here’s some funny news.
The shit-heads who bought our house?
Have it on the market already.
I would link to it, but I don’t want them back-tracking to here.
You did some cute things, shit-heads, I always wanted to put up window boxes. (Although, teal and pink in the bathroom? Come now. The eighties called, and they want their colors back!)
However, you didn’t do $50,000 worth of cute. Especially in only a month and a half. I feel really sorry for whoever buys it from you. Because we were honest about the house’s many problems. I know that you will not be honest. I know that you will lie to them and try to cheat them just like you did us. You put on some slick coats of paint, threw in some pretty plants and probably half-assed any real work, and those poor people will have some serious problems on their hands in a few months or years. I hope they have the good sense to sue you.
Have fun selling it, I hope all your past deeds come home to roost. And I hope they poop on you.