this is the main bathroom in the house, we have another half bath. we have already purchased the tile for the floor, and have gone back and forth on whether to install a pedestal sink or some sort of cabinet.
about a month ago, she indicated that she was going to pull up the tile currently in the bathroom, and place some sort of "sticky fake tile" down until we could do the whole thing. she said, "all i will need your help with is the toilet." note: we have put down linoleum and such in bathrooms before.
i advised her not to undertake this, but wait until we could just do it all at once, "it's not going to be as easy as you think."
further, she recently redid the kitchen in a coffee cafe theme. though it looks very nice, it eliminated our home improvement funds (i don't practice in chicago, so i have limited funds).
anyway, i get home wednesday, and our friend has stopped by with two of her kids. i hear mr and the gal in the hall giggling, and then mrs says, "don't be mad."
i walk down the hall, and 1/3 of the bathroom tiles are ripped up from the floor.
calmly, i ask "what are you doing?"
mrs: "it's just until we can get the other tile down. it will be easy, i only need your help with the toilet."
me: "do you know what we have to do to change out the toilet?"
mrs: "drain the bowl, unhook it, and set it back on. i already have a new seal for it."
me: "no. we have to shut off all the water to the house, drain the pipe and the tank, cut the supply pipe off, get out the torch, solder a new pipe on, and then redo some other connections."
mrs: "oh".
me: "besides - why would we do the floor twice???"
so now i have a bathroom with a third of the floor ripped up, covered by a sheet with the baby bath stuff sitting on it where i am going to trip climbing out of the shower one of these days.
oh - did i mention we're supposed to have a party Sunday at our house?
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