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We talked to a real estate guy this morning about him being our buyer's agent. Then, he asked if we wanted to see the house in the afternoon, so he drove us out there to see it. It is totally weird. We love it (but will not die if we don't get it). We are putting in a bid on it (contingent upon the results of the inspection). Then, we came home and wrote down everything that we would like done to the place for the contractor who is giving us an estimate next week. That went very late. Now, it is very late, and I am exhausted. If this works out, we will have an adorable not-that-big place with a cute screened porch, some little gardens, etc. I'm not used to being able to say, "Oh, could you put a window in this wall and take out that small building?"