|No, the red on the walls is not blood. My toilet was put back barely in time, though. Things were about to get ugly.|
|Me, with Dinky. Circa this week.|
Brad didn't enjoy putting that down. It's not perfectly square. He doesn't like that. Something about it being a ^*% to work with. But he liked it once it was down. And picked out his favorites. Pootie told me which ones they were, but I've forgotten.
Meanwhile, back in the bathroom, which has apparently become open to the public, the tile was getting new grout, and the tub refinished.
|Look how white! No way am I showing you how it looked before.|
|More brilliant white!|
While the shower tile was being regrouted, Brad completed grouting the mudroom floor. We called it Grout Day. He told Dinky to stay out. "Don't get your toenails in my grout, Dinky!"
|"Tell ME, no...Ima sneak in there in the night and write some stuff in the wet grout, bitches! Look out!" (Dinky has a potty-mouth.)|
Then when the tub refinishers were giving me a headache and making me high as a kite with their solvents and their paint, someone installed the new water heater. I think it was fairies. Or maybe penguins. I was seeing a lot of those once the tub refinishing started. They also put my washer back. We've sold the dryer. The washer is for sale, too - we're getting stackables and everything will be put behind louvered doors. But the stackables won't be in until March 1. It's always something.
|Nick, the contractor, got the hoses backward on the washer. I laughed at him. Because I totally would have done it right.|