Should be Called "Snails Pace Bathrooms"

Good grief.  It's the end of the 3rd day and we still haven't moved out of the back corner of the bathroom.  What the hell, I feel like I could have done as much by now.  Now we have what I believe is called a "sub-floor" in the bathroom, a hole for the toilet with some sort of contraption screwed in to it, a shower "pan", some woodwork for the bench, and maybe some plumbing work done.    Okay so I couldn't have done any of it.  But after four beers, I am feeling like I could finish the job tonight if I had to.

What is left to be done you ask?  Walls, floors, rest of shower, toilet, electrical, vanity, mirrors, lighting, french doors, new walls... the list goes on and on.   So basically, like... everything. 

The living room carpet continues to be semi-clean when we return each day, maybe a little less clean each evening.  Adam finds this infuriating - I am not bothered by it as long as they're not tracking im mud.  I think it could be a lot worse, and as long as it's made right at the end I"m cool with a little construction mess.  Not much though, "Brad", if you are reading this!   Lights are always left on - no big deal to me really but I find it amusing.   Bonus points to the team for locking the gate every morning the way we do to make sure Pandora doesn't masterfully open it herself and escape.    She must be getting really worked up by all the activity because her feet are disgustingly muddy/dirty every night when we get home.    I think she must be out there digging holes to get out her anxiety.  And I"m doing a piss poor job of cleaning her feet before I let her in because its 4 degrees outside and I just want to get in the house and under my comfy blanket.  This carelessness results in Adam "checking my work" and then us having to dig extra dirt out of her toenails in the kitchen while she squirms and gives me that "why are you torturing me, i do nothign but love you" look.  Nothing gets my goat more than Adam checking to see if I did something up to his incredibly high standard and then finding out that I didn't.  Probably on purpose. 

Anyway, so I'm seriously unimpressed, a little tipsy, and stuffed on steak from Prime Steakhouse in Killeen (terribly tasty and nice atmosphere).  More updates tomorrow.    Cross your fingers, particularly for Adam that he doesn't contract typhus from all the horrifying tiny particles of dirt that were left in our carpet today.