I am having some major repair/remodeling work done and it has turned me into a crazy person. Right now I don’t even have a bathroom. Well, I have a bathroom, I just don’t have a door on it. Now, that might not bother some people. Me? Yea, I like a little privacy. I felt like I was brushing my teeth in the middle of Grand Central Station. Right now, the doors are out on a tree in front of the house.
This is so bizarre. I feel like nothing will ever be the same again. Now I know why I put up with the filth, dust and dated look. I knew that if I did anything about it my entire life would be turned upside down.
The dogs are protesting also. The two boys are lifting their legs on everything. I think they think if they mark their territory nothing will be moved. That nasty habit will have to be broken. Today, Day 1 of the remodel, saw both boys outside, bright and early. I double dog dare one to lift a leg when this is all done.
Any advice on how to survive this?
What restaurants are open for Thanksgiving?
Bear with me, this week. My muse is keeping time to a circular saw and nail gun.