A beautiful hike ended with a loudly complaining child and multiple dogs lunging at ours.
Maggie pulled a mirror off the wall and broke it as we were leaving for our new house's inspection.
Got lost on the way to the inspection due to shortcut taking.
Bushwhacked on bicycle (not mountain bikes) down a steep ridge.
Arrived at home inspection to find the current tenants had not been informed of the appointment and were there with their not un-aggressive dog, making us ask them to move him to the front, to the back, inside, to the back, etc.
Two and a half hours later, after learning that there was probably mold in the bathroom wall where the shower just pours down the sill-less window, Gretchen left on bike for home and Maggie's nap. To realize she didn't have the house key. Or car keys.
Bill returns six hours after the inspection began with the following bad news: mold under the house; standing water under the house; corroded and rusting pipes; termite damage under the house; an exceptionally small crawlspace means that any work down there will be 50% more; the furnace heats up so much that the metal floor vents reach a temperature of more than 600 degrees (the tenant said things routinely catch fire near the vents in winter); no insulation in the roof; a slew of electrical problems including no grounding and several dead outlets; rusted gas lines; and a toilet and sink that leak continually under the house.
Maggie vociferously refused to eat anything but french fries for dinner when we went out for comfort food (green chile cheeseburgers). Not even beans or chips.
We dropped and broke the remote for (i.e., the only way to control) the ceiling fans (i.e., the only cooling apparatus in the house) and lights.