Yeah, me too.
According to our realtor, we should know something after lunch.
Aside: If anyone is having trouble with their Gmail it is probably because I have been pushing "refresh" manically since approximately 12:31, a time I consider to be "after lunch".
(It's not the park house mentioned in the last post btw. In addition to featuring the Eighties Dream Kitchen, which would have required no less than the likes of Tye Pennington to bring it to a point where I wouldn't start gasping for air the second I passed through its narrow, ill positioned little door, the master bedroom was on a different floor than the other bedrooms. Those of you with small children know what a huge pain that would be.)
I'm sure our realtor will call after getting good and drunk in preparation for entering negotiations with us, the most fickle buyers on the planet who also have no money.