As I type, Richard is upstairs, right above me, pounding on something. It is really distracting. I've tried telling him over and over that I am trying to BLOG, and could he please just hold it down? Rude.
Actually, I feel really guilty, sitting here typing while he is upstairs working and answering Harrison's millions of question, which never stop. I keep asking if I can help but all he said he needed was for me to put on my yoga pants and walk around for him.
Probably shouldn't have told you that.
Let's go see what he is doing, shall we?
Oh. Boring. Not much to see. He is putting in the air return upstairs. We'll have to check back when he is doner.
I guess I'll just have to sit here watching videos of fat cats stuffed into small boxes until he has something interesting to show me. It is hard work being the idle documentor.
OR I guess I could go clean the bathroom out. It is not as noble, but just as necessary. It needs doing and I might be just the girl to do. TO THE BATHROOM!
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I'm back. Cleaned the whole bathroom out. There was a lot of crap in there. Not literal crap. I guess crap is the wrong word to use if I'm talking about a bathroom. Let's just say there were a lot of "various items of questionable usefulness" in there. Especially all of this stuff.
But its all clean now.
and where do you think I put all that stuff? You guessed it! In my bedroom!!
Living in this house has been a study in moving things around. We are constantly moving things from room to room when we need to work on something and our stuff is in the way again. Seriously. There are boxes we have moved 20 times or more. I think that is why I love throwing things away so much.
Anyway, Richard finished the air return. Tada!
And then he secured some wiring that was insecure.
Now it has a lot of self confidence and I feel good about that.
Then we put in one more box for a light fixture
and we are done! Do you hear me? DONE!!!! Bring it on Inspector! We are ready for you!
So now if we get some supplies: insulation, expanding foam, drywall, cement board, tile, and stuff to make a shower pan. then we can get started as soon as the inspector leaves.
I don't know how to express my happiness. Imagine something like this:
Can you feel it? Even my hair is excited!














3 comments
Yoga pants! HAHA! You made me laugh. A couple times, actually. :)
And the nonstop questions from your son? We have that going on here, too. It's...it's wonderful, but it makes me have to put on MY yoga pants (and not to walk around sexy but to breathe deeply and find some calmness in my soul).
I wouldn't think that the yoga pants would be helpful, it would just distract him from the task at hand.
Make him work for those yoga pants.
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