Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Electrical, tub surround, and Man vs. yard tools!
I haven't been blogging much lately, even though we have been working on the house, because seriously, how many pictures of wire can one person see?
These plans make absolutely no sense to me...
all I know is when Dave says...where do you want outlets,
We got the tub upstairs - no easy task.
We also got the two panels up the stairs. Then when we took this one out of the box
we noticed this crack. Which will probably get worse with time, not to mention it wasn't cheap. So, at 3:00 am this morning, when I looked over at Dave and asked him what he was thinking about, he said, "I'm wondering if we are going to have to carry all of those tub pieces back downstairs and pack them all back up, or if I can just return the one panel."
do they have quality control inspectors anymore? This was KOHLER brand by the way. You know what...I'm going to start saying it like it is. I'm tired of these companies providing cheap crap at expensive prices. Maybe someone from their company should have to come and pick it up!
OK, I'll get off that rant. I have a funny story to tell you.
When we were walking through the breezeway I commented, "that's dangerous." It was a scythe on the floor, with the sharp part pointing up. Then I commented on where my bike was and how I didn't appreciate it. Well, it set Dave off! And I started to yell back, but then I just didn't say a word. He's tired. He's working too much. He knows it. So I'm on one side of the door, that will not open all the way because of this mess (which the scythe was in)
.....and suddenly I hear....crash-clank-clank-blam-boom-psshhh-clank-clank....then the door opens, but not all the way. These tools are behind a door. The door quickly closes and I hear....clank-clank-crash-blam-bloom-clank-clank....again the door opens, but not all the way. Peeps, I'm just standing there listening on the other side of the door while he fights yard tools. After the third fight, he finally got the door to open wide enough. And here's the thing. He worked 10 1/2 hours yesterday, he was tired, and it's about 15 degrees up there. So we are all bundled up in our winter coats, hats, and gloves trying to move the tub, only to find out after packing the last piece, it was broken. But today, every time I think about all the noise coming from behind the door, I want to laugh!!! And laugh!!! And laugh!! I'm laughing about it now. I wish I could have seen him! I really think it would be something funny for a movie. I'm visualizing arms flying and tools getting in a worse tangle.
Anyway, while he was at work today, I went upstairs and straightened it all up. I'm not going to say anything. I'll see if he notices. (How many rakes and shovels does a two person household need anyway?)