The scariest thing the Rock and Roll boyfriend said to me this morning was, “We’re going to spend thousands and thousands just getting rid of the garbage.” Sniff, that’s even before new furniture, new kitchen appliances, new shelves to house all of my books–that’s just the trash.
The beginning of renovating sucks. Can we skip to the end? Someone call Debbie Travis and Mike Holmes. Can I be considered a charity because I’m bionic?