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This long Labor Day weekend proved to be multiple Labor days indeed over at the hizzy. Although the tasks at hand weren’t overly vast in terms of size, they were vast in terms of numbers. Well, I guess with that statement I’m speaking for myself and my father because Ed was tackling a vastly epic project in the bathroom. Ha! I just went back and read that last line and whoa, Nelly!! That sounded slightly like TMI, but here’s the thing I wasn’t being gross – although I’ve been know for my inner 13 year old humor – I am speaking of conquering the giant that is the one and only full bathroom shower. Remember the pink and avocado one? The one with the rotted out tile in the shower and the faux (pas) plastic wanna-be rebath stuck to it with liquid nails? No? Here’s a reminder…

So, obviously, we gutted the hot mess of a bathroom (that was the fun part) and have since put it back together about 80% of the way including the gorgeous tile work Ed just completed in the shower. Ed is the Master Nipper - such a title my father and I labeled him due to his nipping abilities with the tile nippers. If he ever gives up playing in a hard rock band and considers rapping, he could dub himself Master Nipper and join the ranks of Master P and Grand Master Flash. He could lower the vdub and pimp it out with hydraulics and rims. He could get a gold gree-ill (teeth) and end every sentence with “yo, know what a dogs sayin’?” What’s wrong? Is that you hyperventilating due to laughter? I’ll give you a minute to recoup.

Ok, now that we have composed ourselves … while Master Nipper was workin’ away in the bathroom, my father and I installed two of the four recessed lights in the living room. We, well my dad, fixed a step on the attic staircase before someone broke an ankle; I painted the other attic access white in the upstairs hallway; dad began workings in Frumpka’s room; the dog –yo! It’s Lil’ Nipper- hung out on her blanket on the stoop; and Jen came over (brought a delicious lunch because she’s amazing like that!) and helped me tackle the huge ass job of painting the giant room and its trim. Oh, and by the way, the color of the giant room is awe-some. At first we were ehhh so-so on it because it looked taupe-y when wet (ha! name the band that released a similarly titled album). Now, don’t get me wrong I love me a healthy helping of neutrals, but taupe isn’t the neutral we were really aiming for. However, I was wrong and the color was right leaving the world of RHN hunky-dory.

 

Another happening at RHN this past weekend was whiskey slush’s. That’s right, kiddos; Jen brought us some homemade whiskey slush’s and holy meatballs (!!) they were delicious. We didn’t drink them while working – all functioning and collectively intact extremities are quite the popular commodity at RHN. So back to the epic slush’s… they are a combo of lemonade, limeade, a little sugar, earl gray tea (made strong), and Jack Daniels. All ingredients are frozen and then topped ginger ale when served. Whoa, baby.

So, while we wait for the cabinets to be made and delivered, we will be piecing the bathroom back together and installing the rest of the recessed lighting. Next up is the floor in the bath – oh the glorious floor tile – and constructing the vanity top. I bet you’re wondering why I didn’t share pictures of the shower, well I’m saving it all for the big reveal. Just hold onto your knickers my dears it should only be another couple of weeks.