Can we start with the good news? Let's start with the good news.
The good news is, that on day 4 of project "Sell Our Other House", I've only kind of cracked. I've only kind of cried once in pure frustration. So, yay for the small victories, right?
Some other awesome news,
is about the cooler vent you see (the hole in the ceiling). The noises I heard coming from within? Remember that? Daddy-o came to check it out. He's all,
"Okay, you stand underneath here with a flashlight, and I'll go to the roof and check it out."
And I'm all,
"Are you kidding me? I've seen The Money Pit! I know how this works! The first thing that's gonna happen is I'll find a raccoon on my shoulder, and then I'll be running around the house screaming, and then the next thing I know the stairs are out."
"I'd help you with that. . .but. . . someone stepped on all my fingers."
I'm totally going to watch that movie when this is all over.
Well, anyway, the noise was a rattling piece of paper. Best news I've heard all week.
Let's keep going with the goods.
I'm overjoyed to report that the bathrooms, the pantry, and the laundry room are all tiled.
I did it all by myself. I did. N't. Did not. Nope, I didn't do it. And it was worth every penny to get it done that fast.
Entire upstairs? Painted.
And now. . . the bad news. If we must.
Garbage disposal? Shot.
Basement? I can't even talk about it.
Here's what we've got here.
Nothing's really wrong here. Nothing's really right, either.
I figured: new hardwood floor, some pretty new shiny appliances, and it was good enough.
It all starts with a backsplash, folks. And then, it just goes downhill from there.
Check it, yo. Subway tile. Love.it.
And then, suddenly, the cabinets aren't good enough-- the countertops suck. . . And suddenly the cabinets magically came off their hinges and got sanded down.
And then suddenly the Mommy-o and the Daddy-o appear with a gallon of stain.
And it's a full blown kitchen re-no.
Did I mention I paid for all the carpet today? And my drywaller is a real jerk?
And now I leave you with one of my favorite clips. Just watch from, oh, about 1:45 to the end. I feel like Walter right about now. This could be me.
"Oh look. The turkey's done."
"So's the kitchen."