Bastard no good realtor didn't bother to mention to my realtor that the house we fell in love with is in escrow. My realtor found out today because someone in her office sold it.

Shit.

Well, I guess it wasn't supposed to be. We are looking at another place, similar to the one we live in, but it's small and we didn't want small. There will be something else, we just don't know what that is yet.

*sigh* It's that not knowing that's killing me. On the good news front, that gives us more time to clean up credit and stash cash. Big. Giant. Sigh.