Tonight, we - myself, my fiancee, her mom, and my mom (our realtor) - we are looking at houses for me and my fiancee.

We are like a small posse hunting down a herd wildebeest in the jungle. Actually, it would be easier to hunt down the wildebeests than it is to hunt down a house. We have looked at a handful of homes. Big ones, small ones, new ones, old ones, nice ones, and pieces of shit. Its fun at first, but just like everything else - it gets old.

Looking for a house becomes bothersome, because while driving to the prospects there is a sense of euphoria in the air. There is so much hope and excitement; the possibilities are endless - what color will I paint the dining room, what kind of cabinets will I get for the kitchen, where will I put plasma TV? But, as soon as the front door is breached - SWAMPBADOODBE - that enthusiastic thought-bubble, full of dreams and excitement, withers up like cotton candy covered in spit. Either the house is a piece of crap, the owners don't take your offer or worse - the realtor neglects to tell you that the house is under contract. Evil wench.

*Update*

We did look at houses last night, but nothing. We liked a house - long story short, we didn't get it.

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