Wow. We found something really cool today, and we’re not ready yet. Dangit. So Nate is trying to speed up our mortgage broker, and I’m talking with the realtor about pricing and such.

We’re not ready for this, but I can’t help hoping it works out.

When we walked through it today, the owner was there, which I was annoyed by at first, but she ended up being quite helpful and friendly.

The house is gorgeous (on the inside, the outside is heinous), the bedrooms are big, there’s an incredible space for Nate’s office, and they’ve done gorgeous, high quality remodeling throughout the whole thing.

The funny thing is that after we left, I asked the realtor what the strange smell was when we first walked in. Was it cigarette smoke? Not quite. Was it incense? Not exactly.

The realtor got a funny look on his face and said it was neither.

Oh.

Well.

Ok.

Yup. Naive little me doesn’t quite recognize the smell of weed.

I hope it doesn’t linger when their stuff is gone.