Thursday, March 15, 2007

Bathroom Revovation Blues

I can't believe it was Jan. 20th when we started renovating the downstairs bathroom! We have done absolutely nothing on this project since. While contemplating this sad situation, I came up with these four excuses, uh, reasons why this project has been delayed:

1. The tub is too heavy to move without more manpower.
2. Said manpower (aka a friend of Gary's from work) has been working nearly every Saturday for some time now.
3. We had an extremely cold winter in which our downstairs heater only worked when it wanted to. Who wants to bundle up to go work on the bathroom when we could be cuddling up under the electric blanket upstairs?
4. Just when Gary was building up momentum to work on the bathroom last weekend, he threw his back out. I know, sounds like a good way to get out of work, but we spent 2 1/2 hours in the emergency room just to get a prescription for muscle relaxers and major pain relievers.

At this point, I can only imagine sitting in my old clawfoot tub, taking a nice, long, hot bubble bath. Hopefully, it's not too far in the distant future.

The Unwelcome Visitor

It is 4:30 in the morning, and I can't sleep. I woke up around 3:00 with a noise downstairs. I thought at first it was just big drops of rain thumping the tin roof, but mixed in with the rain drops was some other noise, a scrambling, scooting noise. Any other time in my life, I would've assumed it to be the cat. Unfortunately, for the first time in my life (outside of living in a dorm in college), I am catless. But that is a whole other story.

You see, about two or three weeks ago, I went downstairs to fetch me some lunch. It was a Sunday afternoon, and I had come home from church and went straight to bed. It must've been one of the many times this winter I have been under the weather. Anyway, as I was about to place my Lean Cuisine pizza in the microwave, I saw a little gray streak of lightening bolt out from behind the refrigerator, across the kitchen floor, and push open the bathroom door. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! Gary! Gary! Gary!" I screamed from halfway up the staircase. It appearred Gary had already had lunch and was napping himself. I have never screamed so loudly in my entire life. My daughter agreed that she had never heard me scream so loudly in her life anyway.

So... now we add a (hopefully only one) mouse to our list of house critters. In case you don't recall past blogs... we have had red wasps, ladybugs, fleas (the worst!), bees (second worst), a squirrel in the attic, something dead under the house in which the smell just finally went away, and now a mouse!!!

God sure does maintain a good sense of humor even after all these years!