I’m so annoyed with myself, because we’re supposed to be well on our way to the amazing new downstairs of our dreams, but our project hasn’t kicked off yet because we’re big fat gross smelly failures.
That’s right – Team Temple actually failed to complete our ONE assignment this past weekend. Just ONE, in between playing with our dog and drinking Arnold Palmers in the backyard.
Gross gross gross, failure. Gross.
I’ve been dreaming and scheming of remodeling our downstairs – our two bedrooms, master bath, and “laundry room,” aka, the one habitable corner of our basement – since we moved in almost three years ago now. And the time has finally come.
OPERATION: NEW DOWNSTAIRS was first on the list for 2015. The cash is in the bank, the contractor has been hired. Pre-inspection happened last week. We had only that one assignment:
Go to Ashby Lumber, and pick out new doors.
That’s right, the interior doors were the offending party that prompted this whole project. Our downstairs doors are THE WORST. The. Worst. Interior doors on the face of planet house. I hate them with a passion.
So come Saturday morning, we dashed off to Ashby Lumber, ready to pick out six new solid-core Craftsman dream doors. Doors so awesome they would keep the sound out and the heat in all throughout the lower level, only…
The “door department” closes two hours before the rest of Ashby Lumber. For crying out loud.
And now here I am… Instead of blogging about how BEAUTIFUL my new doors are, and how excited I am for Manny + Crew to show up later this week and GIVE ME THE BEDROOM OF MY DREAMS, I’m merely hate-blogging about my existing doors.
Seriously, look at their suckiness:
Thanks for humoring me. Stay tuned for an update on how I got my life together, got new doors, and got the bedroom of my dreams soon enough…