Mindy went with me today, as my realtor took us around to look at houses. We saw a couple of decent ones, and then we went to the house of death (see earlier post). Oh dear lord, the pictures don't do it justice. The backyard's huge. There's a concrete slab, which would make an excellent stage. There's a lot of gigantic trees, and a birdhouse and a shed and flowers. The covered patio is all wood and nice, and completely screened in. Inside, the tile is awesome and very solid. The fireplace is a nice touch, too. French doors abound. The bedrooms are of a decent size (master suite has it's own bath, connected by a hallway with more closet space) But the best part is the gameroom. One entire wall is half pegboard and half chalkboard. And the floor feels like a dance floor. It's insane. This place is going to be the death of me. I really wish I had more money saved up, so that I'd feel more comfortable about it. But jesus, it's nice.