Spending massive amounts of time on a stepstool.
(those are my workin' shoes! Also, not my best angle)
What am I doing up there, you ask?
I'm um, checking the specs on the rotary girder. . .
Er I'm finally starting Round Finale of the crapt room, actually. 'Member how I talked about planking the ceiling? I believe it will transform the feel of the room. I really do.
Take Layla's house, for example.
Or my Dad's.
Now that is adding archtitectual interest.
But it ain't cheap. And I'm a cheap kind a gal. (not that kind of cheap)
So in order to do this as frugally as possible, I turn to my trusty plywood.
4x8 sheets. They run me about $11 a piece.
Moved the car out of the gay-rage, and coated them with some left over primer I found in there.
Now, on the day I meant to run them through a table saw with the help of the daddy-o (and when I say "with the help", what I mean is he does the work while I hold the board and say thank you over and over and over),
I had a baaaad migraine. Ba-a-a-a-d. (total sheep bleating)
So the hubs and my daddy-o were sweet enough to chop these bad boys up into 8 in. pieces, and deliver them right down to the crapt room.
And there they've sat for over a week while I twiddle my fingers. (I did find my floor again though, for the record.)
But no more! I'm ready to do some heavy lifting/strenuous work.
Plus, I kinda miss my nailgun.
So if you need me, I'll be down in the dungeon, probably sweating. Or cussing. Or both.