So, the bathrooms are essentially finished. That means that no one else is going to be coming out here to work on them. As you can see, my bathroom still needs a mirror and some shelves under the counter here, and the paint touched up, and a tp holder, and a towel bar, and, and, and. You see why it is somenights so overwhelming that I just curl up and watch episodes of Veronica Mars all night.
But, we have started bring over shit from storage. The idea was to just bring everything and put it into the closet until we have time to go through it. But, somehow that didn't stop us from going through the boxes at storage while Nora played in dust, rat shit, and eventually climbed around the front seat of the car. I'm sure you can see this coming right? She locked herself in the car. Faye and the neighbor started to panic, but Alec and I were pretty confident in Nora's ability to understand us and to grab a little thingie and pull it up. The problem: Nora loves to play in the car and screams bloody murder at the end of such sessions. So, we worried she wouldn't want to let us in. Turns out, she unlocked the door within 2 minutes and then got totally pissed that we wanted to get in the car too.
I guess next time we should just go grab a cup of coffee.
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