That's it!
From now on I'm going to refer to it as our en-suite bathroom. Wikipedia defines en-suite as a shower or bathroom attached to and only accessible from a bedroom (and that's good enough for me).
So Saturday morning Wanda and I went to Home Depot and bought, among other items, a new toilet bowl. It was a lot more satisfying and much more fun than watching the super bowl yesterday.
I hope Shawn is planning on renovating the en-suite until after the full bathroom is finished. Going without the shower is workable. I don't want to go out in the backyard to poop.
Saturday Wanda and I kicked around the idea of going to a motel. We have a brand new Hampton Inn a few miles away and rooms were $89. A hot shower and a free breakfast in the morning sounded good but I knew we'd miss the cats and come home at 2 a.m. We didn't go.
We went to Jenn and Eric's yesterday. We used their shower, ate their food and left. When this is over we'll take them out to dinner.
The game started just as we pulled in our driveway. We heard the kickoff and the first commercial break. We got inside, turned on the TV and it was 2-0 Seattle, we made it through the first half.
When I was younger I watched worse. Now I don't have the time to waste. It was a stinker.
I saw a commercial for the Maseratti Gnibli. It was shown very early in the game so it had an audience. If you're interested you can take a test drive, all you need is $66,900 and an appointment.
I heard some rumblings about a tax on drinks that contain sugar. Didn't we fight something like that in 1764? They say a tax will cut down the number of obese adults. So will drinking water.
And while we have the house turned upside down we rearranged our bedroom. We put our headboard and platform bed frame in the garage (one step closer to the dump) and bought a simple bed frame.
How long does it take two adults to put one metal bed frame together? The damn thing was made in America and we still couldn't follow the instructions. We did it correctly, I guess, the bed didn't collapse Saturday night.
Steve is having a difficult time. We moved the bed from the south to the north wall. Now he's not sure where to sleep. The last two nights he's plopped between me and Wanda. He kicks me half the night. It's one thing to get kicked by Wanda. Steve has four feet. If this keeps up I'll have to sleep on the couch.
There was a short job or career test on Facebook last Friday. I took one right out of high school. My top two positions were florist and mortician. Flowers and dead people and I went to nursing school. At least I was in the ballpark.
Last Thursday the termite man was here. He dug a trench around the house and filled it with "chemicals to kill termites and other bugs" and "it's not harmful to animals or people." I'll let you know when I start growing another toe.
The house is on a concrete slab and he also drilled lots of holes in the floor and filled them with the same "not poison." We took up the flooring in the bathroom and kitchen so thankfully he didn't destroy anything.
I want to thank Tony for making me crazy. He has lived through an extensive renovation himself.
Last week I finally decided the bathroom here was a renovation, not a remodel. Then Tony reminded me we are removing a door and adding a wall and structural changes were actually "remodels." So now I'm back to remodel/renovate?
Thanks a bunch my friend.
Although we still can't use the shower it and the tub are in. All we need now is the sheet rock and texture, the tile floor and vanity, the lighting and fixtures and the toilet. Oh, and the fan and the shower doors and the paint......
Stop back tomorrow for more on the great bathroom renovation, or is it remodel?
1 comment:
I could actually see you as a mortician Chuck. Honestly. Susan G.
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