Note to self: make house post filter.

After agonizing about what to do for three days, viewing both houses a second time, and receiving advice, solicited and unsolicited, from just about everyone I ever met, I made a decision about which house I wanted to make a bid on, and then I bid on it. Yep. I absolutely did, and now my fate sits in the hands of one (1) serviceman off to Iraq, two (2) real estate agents, one (1) lending company, and one (1) house inspector. However we hook up in the next few days will determine the next few years of my life.

Holy shit, dudes. I have just signed a piece of paper that says I am perfectly willing to go into many thousands of dollars' worth of debt in order to have a place to live. And no, I am not anxious at all. Why do you ask?

Which bachelor did I choose? ( Click here to find out, and to see pictures. Warning! 20 images under the cut. )