so, we made it though day 2 of the basement caper (relatively) unscathed, and if it weren't for the pesky nailgun shooting a hole in the waterpipe at 8pm, a fairly uneventful day. my right hand was feeling a little left out last week apparently, (when i got a black fingernail on the left ring finger in the first 30 minutes of working), so it decided to add to the drama by impaling itself on a nail. minor flesh wound, as far as i can tell. this home-improvement stuff isn't for sissies.
now all we need is for a benign inspector-type to sign off on the work, and we are on to chapter 3: Drywall Waits for No (Wo)Man.
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Hey Christy....
It's been way too long! I have been following your blog (I guess you call this lurking) but not commenting -- it's about time I wrote.
I've loved reading what's new in the Estoll household -- I love the way you write...you're so witty and I enjoy your dry sense of humor.
I started a blog of my own tonight -- not sure how well I'll keep up but you're welcome to take a peek.
Everytime I read your blog -- I think -- we need to reconnect. It would be a blast to have our six kids together!
by the way -- how is your hand?
You are quite the woman -- taking care of three kids, working and refinishing your basement!
Stay safe!
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