Holy Crap, you guys. My parents offered to sell me the house I grew up in. In my hoooommmmme town. Did I mention that I'm actually married to my high school sweetheart in real life? And that my mother habitually wears her hair in an Elly bun?
Surely, this is a sign of the apocalypse.
PS - Sorry to post something only vaguely Foob-related, but I found the offer a little bit surreal.