Our friends mentioned that they were looking into a new house.
'Oh hey, come take a look at our nice little town. The cost of living is much lower than in that big city you live in and the commute is the same. We even know a good realtor!', we said.
Dumb, dumb, dumb. Open mouth insert foot- all the way up to the knee!
Our friends found a house they liked at a price they liked. They had an inspection and found some things they didn't like, but for the right price... I don't know the details but but somehow things went from 'It could still work' to 'I'm calling a lawyer' pretty quick.
Now we feel like microwaved dog doo because our friends (at least, we hope they still consider us friends) are in a pile of poo.
Yet again, one of my brilliant ideas turned all 'Lucy Ricardo'.