my tragic right hip

Busting out bad joints all over the place

February 16th, 2008

At This Very Moment

My RRHB and his cousin are creating the plumbing in what will become our downstairs bathroom. The house smells like propane from a blowtorch. The sound of work boots stomping up and down the stairs is thrilling. And this week maybe we’ll pick out the toilet and sink. RRHB seems to laugh at me when I get excited about things like drywall being on the walls, but the closer we get to using all of our house, the less I feel like taking said blowtorch to it entirely.

March 13th, 2007

Yes, Indeed, That’s My Man

In case you were wondering what life is truly like living through a renovation, here’s my RRHB wielding a sledgehammer. And yes, that is a giant hole in the floor where my living room should be. One day.

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Girl with titanium hip will rock. Girl with titanium hip will write. Girl with titanium hip will read. Girl with titanium hip will battle crazy-ass disease called Wegener's Granulomatosis. Now stuff that in your spelling bee!

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