Just a minor set back in the bathroom remodel. Last night, my husband finished putting the screws in the new drywall he put up. Have I told you what a fabulous screw-er he is? Ooooh he is soooo great! Take a look at the pictures. Notice how the screws are in a nice straight row all evenly spaced apart. Damn he's good and that's not even his normal everyday job.
Anyway, he was standing on a step ladder and the leg of the ladder fell through the floor. All I heard was Crash, Boom, Bang, and a few cuss words. I went running into the bathroom to see if my husband was okay. I found him standing over a hole in the floor. Immediately, I knew what happened.
Earlier in the week, he showed me how weak the floor was due to termite damage long before we owned the house. I'm just thankful I wasn't sitting on the toilet when the floor decided to give way. I would have found myself sitting in the dirt crawl space under the house. Luckily he wasn't hurt and he'll see to fixing it this weekend.
With what shall I fix it, dear Lisa, dear Lisa? With what shall I fix it, dear Lisa, with what? With wood, dear Dana, dear Dana, dear Dana. With wood, dear Dana, dear Dana, with wood.
(The incident reminded me of this song and my days of teaching Kindergarten.)
He's in the process of mudding the drywall and should be done with the final coat Sunday. The tile guy comes on Tuesday. Hip Hip Hooray! I won't be here to have to deal with anything that goes wrong. I'm going to a technology conference for most of the week. I'm hoping I'll have a wonderful surprise for me and you when I return. Keeping my fingers crossed.
















































