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.
Category: renovations
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.