I wrote about the
mess my bathroom was in
because of a little
remodeling project
that was taking place.
I know that those of you
who have never had to
live with the chaos of
mass destruction
have no idea
what greeted me for
days and days-
every time
I walked into the bathroom.
It started here:
Progressed to here:
And it kept evolving:
I realized that sometimes
I do take for granted
the fact that
my husband is very handy
at almost every project
that presents itself.
No need to ever call a
carpenter or plumber
or electrician.
Lay tile?
Fix a leaky faucet?
Build a doghouse?
My handyman can!
But one thing you've
got to realize is that
I am one darn good gopher!
I bet I made 2,198 trips to
the garage,
762 to town,
1500 to the fridge for beer,
sweat 16 tons of perspiration,
broke two nails,
resorted to mid-afternoon
margarita breaks,
and watched over
my handyman's
shoulder throughout
the entire project.
Group effort!
Team work!
That's our motto!
And now,
I'm finally reaping the rewards.
At last......
