In the history of ever.

I drive cautiously on Saturday morning with my wife. They usually involve some sort of last-minute, life-threatening, swerve-into-oncoming-traffic maneuver towards a meandering path of flimsy neon pink garage sale signs.

Thankfully for everyone, I am well-skilled at Pac man, and am trained to get us there without being eaten injured.

Having spent long periods of time in the parking lot of The Holy Grail of Thrift Stores --three of them strategically placed in one shopping center-- waiting for her to appear with a you’ll-never-believe-what-a-bargain-I-got deal, I know the drill.

And if I groan as we pull up, she will say, “Oh, that’s okay. We don’t have to stop.”

Which really means, “Let me out right now. And give me your wallet.”

And I do.
Because I’m the best husband ever.
In the history of ever.


This weekend, in the middle of 52 other things to do, she scored a medicine cabinet for $7. And I guess we can thank me for that.


That medicine cabinet inspired us to keep going onto day 3 of Project Bathroom.


Things that are empowering:
Buying power tools.
Taking apart the water supply and fixing a leak.
Knocking down a wall.
Seeing a completely bare bathroom ready to be built back up.



We decided on the bathroom layout: the cabinets, the granite countertop, the tile and the grout color.


What used to be a cabinet…

Is now:

What used to be a dividing wall…

Is now:

What used to be a random counter...

Is now:

Taking out sinks and toilets look WAY easier on youtube, by the way.

What used to be a 60-year-old vanity…

Is now:

What used to be tiled…

Is now:

If you’ve ever thought of taking up tile, here’s a little tidbit of the fun process. (turn your volume down)

A bloody-good job for sure.


The mirror was just plain fun. Sarah hid in the hallway for the first one. I convince her to come inside and watch the other one come crashing down, agreeing to be videotaped only because the sight of her with that pink camera is almost second nature now. (turn your volume down)