Nom de Plume

Slow but sure …

This scathing editorial about America’s stinginess is right on.

Normal. Not.

Harry has a great affinity for paint; as I was painting, he leaned up against the wainscot and had a huge streak running up his side. Then Steve took over painting the wall.

And the dog.

But do give.

Twas the day before Christmas
And all through the house
Hammering and sawing
And not quiet as a mouse.

The noise is insane
and Steve has been bitching
About measuring and panels
And how we’ll never have a kitchen.

This is the funniest thing I’ve ever read.

Thanks to Boing Boing for this fake e-mail exchange.

Office closes at 1.

Louis, the tile guy, didn’t sponge all the grout off the tile, and so we’ve been scrubbing away. Also, I ripped off the plastic sheeting covering the paneling (which has been painted, and is supposed to look like wainscot), but since it was covered in glue, Steve ripped off the paneling itself on two walls. Then, he bought real wainscot yesterday because what was underneath is frightening.

All this is to say that who knows when we’ll have a kitchen again. We still have to finish scrubbing and then sealing the floors, put up the wainscot and then paint. And of course, the cabinets look CRAPPY, especially in comparison to the floors, which are fab. Or will be once we’re done.

Tons of work, but drinks tonight after for the editorial team. Then home to look at the house and weep.