Don't eat anywhere around the time you read this. Really.
I'd like you to know the major, massive, new development going on in the Tremayne household.
The dungeon shall be finished.
FINISH OUR BASEMENT?
DO I DARE LIVE OUT THE AMERICAN DREAM??
What you see up there, is the last wall being framed in, as we speak. Well, sort of. Give or take a day or two.
And the hubs said to me, while he's been spending all that time down there fixing leaks, sealing concrete, and various whatnots:
"Man, we have got to do something about the bathroom down here. It's bad."
(prior to move-in picture)
WHAT'S THE PROBLEM? WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT, JEFF??
REE REE REE REE! (That's the "Psycho" shower/knife sound byte)
Don't you judge me!
I don't clean the dungeon bathroom for you, or anybody! The door hath been shut up for like 8 months!
Out of sight, out of mind, okay? I don't ever go down there, man! Never even stepped foot in this bathroom until recently!
You're judging me.
Well, Jeffro, I've got big plans for that bathroom. And yes, they do include elbow-length gloves, a 2 foot toilet brush, and full strength bleach.
Possibly a face mask and hair coverings.
But also, they include, but are not limited to,
Ginormous baseboard. Because I truly believe gigantic baseboard can completely change a room. And the world.
V-groove paneling and large-ish chair rail,
This shower curtain:
More of these hooks:
And the beautiful, Ikea beach prints I picked up that I can't seem to find anywhere.
And in this totally odd, waste of space corner debacle I've got going on here,
I see a beautiful, trimmed out, open bathroom cabinet with shelving.
So wish me luck! Who's got a hazmat suit?! Heading over to Lowe's! And I'm not leaving until I can't fit anymore lumber in my mommy van!