Shark Bait OOO HA HA!

On our quest to find a home, we have hit a whole wad of stumbling blocks, loosely disguised as Realtors.

As Jeremy makes phone calls, and we visit various websites and Realtors, I get the sneaking suspicion that we are giant, bloody hunks of meat floating in the middle of a hungry, red-eyed school of sharply-toothed (teethed?) sharks (Is it a school? Herd? Pack? Or is it a gaggle?? A gaggle of sharks...that sounds about right.)

The barrage of E-mails and phone calls is a bit disconcerting. THEY ARE HUNGRY!

We casually tried to side-step the whole thing by considering the option to build a house instead. Ppppbbbttttthhhh.......oh well.

In my minds eye, I see Jeremy as a guppy, swimming among these fierce predators.

It makes the whole house-buying business a trifle stressful. Maybe we should just live in a tent up Provo Canyon.