That was the email message I received from Handy Hubby a few nights ago with these pics attached…
{Handy Hubby with his respirator on.}
My response? “It looks so much better already! You’re my hero.”
The matted, stained 1950’s carpet is gone, buh-bye, see ya later. And, no, there weren’t any amazing hardwoods hidden beneath it. Just a concrete slab. Which we already knew. Last night Handy Hubby tore out the kitchen cabinets and this weekend he’s working on the electrical box. I’d love to be by his side. I’m not sure he feels the same way. I know nothing about electricity. I still don’t know what switches turn on what in our current house. Luckily, for him, someone’s gotta watch the kids.
images: Steve Miller a.k.a. “Handy Hubby”
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