Electrical is now ready for the drywallers.
Leslie's home tomorrow night. My kitchen's brighter than the freakin' sun...but I'm still nervous about what she's gonna think. I've found that when I think I've done good, she may not think the same thing...maybe. Or maybe she will. Or maybe she won't really care as much as I think she will. Who knows.
But my dag gum lights are in a recessive state.
Get you some of that. Punk.
1 comment:
Can't believe you're actually doing all that. You are a stud!
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