I Wasn’t Kidding About The Help.

I’M STILL ALIVE, YOU GUYS.

I haven’t tried to hang myself yet. Although my little pup is so scared of all of the hammering, sawing and drilling that I caught her trying to stab through her own jugular on our fence.

The last couple of days have been loud, messy, messy, loud, loud, messy, messy, messy and loud. And loud. But here’s where we are now.

New floors are in! Look how seamless it now is from one room to the next. And look at my nasty pale ankles. Wait, don’t look at that.

Check out our sexy new plumbing! This brings tears to my eyes. Clearly I need a life.

And could we put our hands together for Eric’s stellar job at rewiring the entire room and adding like 4 bazillion new outlets and switches and DIMMERS?

D-I-M-M-E-R-S.

Here’s another shot of the new flooring. I can’t wait to get it beautifully stained and then spill something on it.

Oh, hey! Check out this awesome mess behind my couch. Aren’t you so jealous? See that little button thingy at the bottom of the picture? That’s one of those slick garbage disposal buttons that sounds like a fairy whispering into your ear.

I KNOW.

Look at my jank little coffee area! It makes me so happy and sad at the same time.

And look who arrived yesterdeeeeeee…….! Sorry about the blur. I was in the process of passing out.

Here’s my sweet hubs, taking very important measurements for our very important floating shelves that will go into those very important holes in the wall.

Oh, and here he is finishing the flooring. I like that green hose. I’m weird.

Check out Eric doing some awesome wall electricalfiedical stuff.

And check him out doing some awesome ceiling electrificalfiedical stuff. 30 seconds later he was shocked to all smithereens. Sorry, Laura.

I thought you might need to see this. It gives me gas.

And this how I wash the dishes. IN THE TUB. I’m like a woman living in the wild!

That made no sense.

And oh, to top things off, I decided to go ahead and mow the lawns in the attempt to get something looking 5.5% manicured, and this is what happened.

A sign?

I didn’t realize how freakin’ pasty I am. I’m laying out all day tomorrow. But probably not.

At least we have this. Well, and the vino for moi. Duh.

And 45 boxes of pizza!

UH, I AM NOT PAYING YOU TO SIT THERE.

More tomorrow, when things actually look different!