Oh shoot me. Or help me. I must, must, must go buy the FISBO, the suite of dentist's offices that Hubby and I will convert into a domicile. And then we will stuff us, (Hubby, the eight year old, myself and Mr. Beetz- hey he's been my roomate for more than 25 years now) into the first floor and basement of this building while we wait for the lease on the upper floors to expire. Good thing I have the tools to approve my own Fannie Mae mortgage. And I have, warts and all. We don't need no limpin' Realtor.