It stinks to be sick...

Brian called it "Mount Saint Snot" and begged for it's removal. Me, I wasn't finished building it yet. It's just subfloor.

Patience is a virtue

--To be sung to the tune of "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas."

It's beginning to look a lot like a real house
Everywhere you go.
Light switches and wires galore, a garage and 2 front doors,
To keep the wind outside when it blows.

It's beginning to look a lot like a real house,
So much left to do.
But the prettiest sight will be, a kitchen just for me,
I need a giant work crew!

Interior doors, carpet, and finished wood floors
Is the wish of dearest Brian.
A gas stove that works and finding no more quirks
Is the hop of inpatient Megan.
And mom and dad can hardly wait for normal lives again!

It's beginning to look a lot like a real house
Everywhere you go.
There a closed in patio, a new roof and gutters so
We don't have to worry 'bout the snow!

It's beginning to look a lot like a real house
So let's hope we finish fast.
But if Hell freezes over first, tears will start to burst.
Soon it will be the past.


Here are some recent pictures--we haven't been very good in the picture department. I have visions of fabulous "befores" and "afters". In all reality, I'm working on enjoying this time as I'm sure I'll miss it--or parts of it at least.