Calling Sore Arms. Party of Three.

Grouting tile walls sure is a workout. Cutting recessed lighting holes in the ceiling sure is a workout. Painting non stop, also, is a workout. You would think we should look like Arnold after all this muscle building business, but no. Sad monkey. However, even though we aren't gaining giant biceps, we are gaining things like a fully tiled, grouted, and (quit playing with your) caulked shower, four recessed lights in the living room, mudded holes where the ugly ceiling fan used to be, another recessed light in the bathroom, and most importantly a fan in the bathroom - in the words of Katie and Philip: FAN! My dad, Ed, Cman, did a lot of the work because it involved electrical and if I were to even give that a shot, the house would end up either on fire or not functional; both neither of which we are willing to experiment with. 

The bathroom is really starting to take shape.  Let me share with you a sneak peek into the world of RHN's only full bathroom and Ed's home for the past few weekends. Lookin' good, eh? 

And here is a real sneak peek into what Ed has REALLY been up to. That's all you're going to see. His handy work is pretty spiffy and I lurve it. However, in the words of Eddy: "This is why Will was the builder and I'm not." I think Ed is definitely envious of Will's abilities and know-how. 

While up in the attic wiring the bathroom up all pretty, we found a shiv and an address label. Apparently, William V. Giles 4th was a bad ass and possibly was the original owner of RHN. My dad, Ed, and I discussed possible scenarios in which William V. Giles 4th would need such a prison tool and we came up with some pretty hilarious stuff.  So, RHN reader(s), got any story lines? Here's the evidence you get to base your story line off of:

Cabinets come this Thursday and we are stoked to get those puppies in. Oh, and here's to hoping my sister and brother-in-law are a-ok down there in the Virgin Islands. They had/have hurricane headed straight for them...