If you can read that title and hear Curly of the Three Stooges in your head, you get a glimpse of how my brain works. I couldn’t get around uttering this phrase when the mother and I went to check out grout today.
Who knew there were this many to choose from? Holy sh*t, Batman!
The one color we know it won’t be (at least not in the kitchen): white. In the bathroom, we can’t decide between white, black or something in between.
Today was kind of a wasted day where DIY was concerned. I spent the first two hours of the morning messing with my work computer in an ill-fated attempt to solve its woes remotely. Tomorrow should be a lot of fun. (Removing tongue from cheek.)
The mother couldn’t paint again today (periodic downpours; it’s getting ridiculous) so no progress on the kitchen. And, the rain meant I couldn’t set up my miter saw to cut the new trim for the bathroom. It needs to be painted, too, but that could be done down in the laundry room. I just need to cut it because whatever is left of it is going over the backsplash in the kitchen.
In between downpours, I took the mother back to the doctor. She’d received an ominous call on Friday morning that had set me on edge. Fortunately, it doesn’t seem to be serious, at least not now. Whew! Dodging these bullets is emotionally draining.
Here’s hoping that the rain stops soon so the Michelangelo Project can go full steam ahead!