We went and saw the house mentioned in the prior post. The one falling off the hillside. Well. It was hands-down the scariest house I ever broke into. (And yes, we don't make appointments to see homes, we just break in.) I couldn't even walk to the end of the side "yard" (as it abruptly ended on a huge cliff) let alone go inside. I waited patiently just outside for Kenny to finish exploring. At one point he poked his head outside just to say "Uhhh. This is really creepy...I'm a little scared to be in here."
Needless to say, this house probably needs a little too much work - even for Kenny. (Although he kept lamenting the killer view we'd have.)
Side note: Remember the dating days when you swore there were certain things you'd NEVER do in front of your future husband/wife? I always thought squatting on some one's abandoned property to relieve your on-the-verge-of-exploding-bladder WHILE your husband watched your back qualified as one of those things. But hey, when you gotta go I guess you gotta go.
(Thanks for still thinking I'm sexy, Sweetie. You're the best.)