An apartment dweller, I often wonder what it would be like to won a house. To go through the process of buying a house. To spend my weekends touring homes and getting schmoozed by a realtor, the thought of which makes me cringe, really.

This past weekend while driving through Georgia, I had a horrible thought of what it could be like to buy a house there.

Realtor: I found the cutest little bungalow you just have to see. It has three bedrooms, two full baths, all wood floors. It’s perfect.
Me: Really? Where is it?
Realtor: In this quaint little town.
Me: Okay, but where?
Realtor: Butts, Georgia.
Me: Get out of town. I am not living in a place called Butts.

Seriously, Butts, Georgia, exists. What a horrible name! I think the people from there are so ashamed of having Butts in their license plates that they drive slowly so people pass them. Or maybe they just like driving 40 mph on the highway…