I am simply too randy for my own good today.
That is all. Carry on.
I looked at a house with Michele this afternoon. It was VERY nice (much nicer than mine!) and in a fabulous location, but a bit out of her price range. She'd be seriously house-poor, if not in actual financial difficulty, if she were to purchase it.
She asked me what to do; I suggested she get pre-approved for a mortgage, talk to a financial advisor (or take a really close look at her finances), and then talk to her parents. Under no circumstances should she consider signing anything with anybody until after she'd taken those steps and had a good night's sleep. I then went home to call my father.
She comes home an hour or two later. She'd had a beer with the realtor, signed a contract and put a bid on the house for the selling price.
"Why didn't you stop me?!" she says.