Once again, a post to make you all glad you don't live in a fixer upper. It sounds like you all had fun over the weekend! We had our own kind of fun, well, at least I thought so. Rob might say it was more like a weekend at Gitmo. We should have a whole new kitchen in 2 or 3 weeks, ha ha. Because I have been mudding joints into the wee hours (drywall joints... not the other kind), I'll keep this brief.The most exciting part of the weekend had to be at 12:30 a.m. the day after thanksgiving, when I had gone out to the garage to cut a board, while Rob re-routed one last wire. Suddenly, the lights went out, and I had visions of Rob lying dead on the kitchen floor, but I couldn't find the doorknob to get in and find out. Anyway, he wasn't, thank goodness, but he had cut into a live wire. So, at 2:00 in the morning we're still sitting there with flashlights (having no power in the house at all) fixing this stupid wire and reminding ourselves that someday we will look back on this and laugh. It was downhill from there Saturday, but we survived the weekend and hopefully now we are to the easier part.
2 comments:
I think we have the same color of paint for our kitchen walls!
Oh and Rob - your facial expression in that photo is classic.
Wow. That's all I can really say. I think remodelers are among the most patient, laid back people on earth. I would go crazy in that situation. Hang in there - and no more cutting in to live wires.
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