A lot of people hang lights for Christmas. Kristian and I? Hang drywall.
Isn’t it festive? Nothing quite screams out “Merry Fucking Christmas!!!” than giving your sister a room to sleep in that has walls, it has a door and it has a ceiling that’s not slowly disintegrating. A room with insulation. And a closet. She’s even going to have a bed to sleep on.
I spoil her, really.
We won’t talk about the little rough patch.
Or, as I like to call it, “the window to the bathroom next door.” Because, you see, the overflow thingamajig on the tub does prevent the bathtub from overflowing all over the bathroom floor… by overflowing all over the kitchen ceiling. So Kristian needs to be able to get at the shower guts and see if we can prevent any further water damage and I can’t take a bath for the time being which I find really stressful and I like to take baths when I’m all stressed out and OMG!!!111!!!
I thought we weren’t going to talk about this little rough patch?
It’s not a bug gaping hole. It’s a feature. If my sister can figure out how to shrink herself down to about seven inches tall, she won’t even half to go out into the hallway to get to the bathroom.
Now let’s distract ourselves with Christmas cookies, shall we?
That’s more betterer.
As soon as the room that we’re working on is done, we’re going to be moving all sorts of furniture into it. Furniture that has been clogging up our living room for over a year. Not bitter, y’all. So not bitter. Until then? It’s doing an excellent job of clogging up our living room. ¡Muy excellente! Which means no room for a tree. Which means that I am tricking myself into getting into the mother-loving christmas spirit with a balsam fir scented candle.
It’s surprisingly effective.
Usually, scented candles smell (to me, at least) like chemicals and desperation. This one smells like… (drum roll, please)… balsam fir. If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine that we have a Christmas Tree instead of piles of junk.
I guess I should stop buying the “chemicals and desperation” scented candle? It’s just that I can’t help myself! It always seems to be 75% off.
I’m pretty much done with shopping for my side of the family. I’ve made a dent for shopping for Kristian’s side of the family (this year I think I should get a cut of whatever they give him). The first round of stuff to mail to people in other states is ready to go. My Christmas cards should be ready to send by New Years. It really is starting to smell a little bit like Christmas.
That just might be the candle.
Hey, we have one of those features too! We had a leak (that we didn’t know about until we got a bill for 12,000 gallons of water one month) and the access panel to that plumbing is completely and utterly useless. You get a great view of the 4 in. side of a 2×4. The plumbers had to cut a huge, messy hole in my bedroom wall.
I need to stop thinking about it because at the moment, I can’t remember why the hell we wanted to buy a house.
Honestly, I am just looking forward to the new year!
That second picture…isn’t that something out the original Psycho…you know…where Norman Bates would look through the wall into the next room’s bathroom. Hmmmm. Beware guests.
Lisa, is it because it’s YOUR huge, messy hole? :p
The only reason our leak wasn’t so bad is that our hot water heater is too small to actually overflow the tub unless you let the water get tepid. :p