I believe that I have shown great restraint not mentioning (bitching) about the remodel for several posts... I am made of sterner stuff and my Lord, I don't even want to write about it because then I will have to admit that our home was constructed by that same lazy and dilly-dallying pig who believed straw was an acceptable building material. I won't tell you that we are down to one (!!) bathroom or that half of Eva's room is covered in plastic or that we are spending more money for shits and giggles to extend the boys' room a teeny 2 feet.
Who the hell wants to hear about the installation guy who, after he set up my (NEW) washer and dryer, gave me a hug when he left. A. Hug. From the Home Depot installation dude. Hello, hugger! When I emailed Hugh and said, "should I have tipped better? Was coping a feel fair because I was too stingy on the tip?" My husband merely emailed back, "You're huggable." Which tells me we have been living in CA wayyyy too long and are getting wayyyy too peace and love and probably we should move to NY where any Manhattanite worth her salt would be all up in an installation guy's stuff if he hugged her after Maytag plug-in.
Also I don't think I will bore you with the fact that half my tile hasn't arrived because Margie, the rather pretty but dumb-witted assistant at the tile store, transposed 2 numbers of my VISA and therefore has not been able to complete my order. Basically, I have walls but no floor for the master bath and floor but no walls for the children. Fun! No one is willing to start until everything arrives for fear of being ready to go and something still missing, so I will just live with shrinkwrapped stacks of incomplete tile dotting the driveway.
I could tell you about our house painter who, despite assurance to the contrary, I think is a little too young for such a big job... I don't know, the fact that he wears a retainer may have something to do with it.
And I certainly couldn't justify asking you to listen as I complain about the oh so beautiful fabric that was so very wonderful that my husband didn't bat an eye when we were told it was $100 a yard but instead said, "Great. We'll take it on those 2 chairs." only to receive a phone call from the showroom informing us that the fabric is too narrow to center correctly on the cushions and they have to cancel the order. This wouldn't be such an issue but we have given away the chairs that we currently sit on and as of this weekend, the 5 of us will all be elbowing each other for a place on the couch.
Man, I am sorry, but since I am not telling you any of that stuff, I have nothing to say.