Monday, January 29th, 2007
I primed the rest of the bathroom this weekend (with no help from Darwin, thanks a lot honey), so that means no more scraping! Heeheeeheeeeeeee, I’m giddy because I’m so very sick of scraping that bathroom and getting covered head to toe in lead paint dust. If I die an early death of lead poisoning, you’ll know why.
Darwin started caulking the big cracks between the beadboard (an undertaking John from The Devil Queen is also enduring). He only did this out of guilt because he went hunting on Saturday instead of helping me and went to his singing on Sunday instead of helping me and took off work today to go hunting instead of fixing the toilet in the half bath, which we knew was leaking but discovered only this morning had filled up the space between the old wood floor and the plywood on top with water, so that it squished up through the nail holes with every step.
But I’m not bitter. No, I don’t mind at all that our wood floor – the one we were planning to restore – is now soaking in toilet water. I’m totally fine with that. Go on honey, playing me-tough-hunter-gatherer-man is way more important.
At least the caulking looks good. It makes the wall look about 1 million times better and will hopefully keep out drafts and make our bathroom cozier.
You can see the “before” on the left and “after” on the right in this pic: