I reached Lawrence last night and am happy to report that he'll be here on Saturday to work on the tub surround.
Poor Lawrence. The mother and I truly put Forrest Gump's box of chocolates to shame: Lawrence really never knows what he's gonna get. I'd talked to him about the tub surround weeks ago, but he seemed a bit surprised when I told him it was already in the driveway. (I guess even after almost 2.5 years, he still hasn't adapted to the "complete and total chaos" approach to home improvement.)
"We'll take a look and see what we can do about that," he said. That made me chuckle. He has yet to tell me "no."
He asked how my floor was coming and how the cabinet doors came out. I had to tell him that both were still works in progress. Lawrence knows my work ethic so I don't think he thinks any less of me for this stuff taking forever to do. He'll have to kid me about it, even so.
I sure hope that the surround will be OK and that it goes well. This is yet another job I've been dreading, afraid to see what might be behind the existing one. (This is one of the main reasons I didn't take on tiling the shower walls. Well, that and the fact that we only have the one bathroom and I hope to bathe again in my lifetime.)