Friday... really?
I spent yesterday in baggy clothes, a bandanna tied around my head, a surgical mask over my mouth and nose and big yellow safety glasses firmly in place. Let's not forget my leather work gloves. Sex machine of the bathroom remodel, that's me. So I chipped, smacked, whacked and cursed the tile surround of our tub until it eventually crumbled to pieces. K cried (it was pink tile and by taking it out I have proven to her once and for all that I hate pink, who knew?). It took hours, it felt like days, but I whacked and smacked until every last pink nasty tile was in pieces in the bottom of our tub. Well, all but the 5 tiles I managed to take out whole.
While I've been smashing and bashing Mr. Kaos has been so busy working at the conglomerate that I've had to do the demo work on my own, well almost... I did have a little help:
Child labor laws be damned, over the weekend I'm going to have her start the kitchen remodel.
