Ahh another day in paradise.

We are on day 3 of the bathroom remodeling. I think a root canal would have been more appealing. At least with that I could have come home, curled up on the couch with a fluffy comforter, taken some good drugs, and tommorow I'd be all better. The bathroom.... well I can still curl up on the couch and take a drug induced trip into dreamland, then wake up and the night mare is still here. Everyroom is a mess. Even the basement where the wood that was torn from the floor fell. I mean this literallly! AT this very moment, while I sit here sipping my coffee, trying to relax, they are beating on the wall right beside me, already knocking my precious painting I recieved from a old friend who passed away just weeks after giving it to me as a wedding gift. My monitor is shaking about. Dare I bitch about it!? Gawd no! They are moving! That is what it is all about! Tonight, CT & Son argued for 45 minutes about what to do about exchanging a piece of plywood and getting some other things we needed. In that 45 min, they could have had the plywood exchanged and been back home. But you can't do a project without argueing can you? Not if you're 2 men who know everything!