Shut the Damned Door, Or, THE END!



Food Mood: Celebratory

So we are so close to done but there are sooooooo many permits still open.  We start trying to get them closed which is one hell of a mountain to climb.

The Hubby and the Kiddo go on a mini vacation out west and I power through the powder room, painting every last crack of that beloved beadboard (still better than drywalling.  STILL. BETTER.). 
When the Hubby returns he pushes through laying the tiny little black tiles and puts in the sink and toilet.  Done. 

We call the plumbing inspector and he comes and he loves it all.  HA!  HAD YOU THERE DIDN’T I? Nope.  That is just not how we roll here at What A Crock, it must be a Crock from beginning to end.  We fail the inspection because there’s no door on the bathroom.  We try to explain that we’re weirdo nudists and that’s how we like our bathrooms, but he’s having none of it.   Apparently you can’t pass  a plumbing inspection without a door, which must have the ability to lock.  Okey Dokey then.  (deep sigh)

There is a door on order, it’s just back ordered, cause that’s how these things go. 

About a week later the door arrives and the Hubby is busy with other things so Handy Neighbour comes to bail us out once more.  Ten minutes in he takes me aside to tell me that Lowes has sent us two of the same doors.  Like two left hands.  Yep.  OF COURSE THEY HAVE.   And I just walk away.  And Handy Neighbour knows me pretty well so he gets out the router and the planes and the saws and he makes those GD DOORS FIT!  Why?  Cause he knows that the straw that broke this camels back was way back in November and we’ve been riding a broken backed camel through the desert since then.  And ‘cause he rocks.

Handy Neighbour fixes the door and puts it in. And that’s it.  We’re done.  Shut the door.  Finito.  Sayonara.  This wreck is wrecked.  Ok, except for a whole bunch of permit malarkey which continues to this day 19 months later.  But that’s a story for another day.  Perhaps a blog called Perpetual Permit Pain or just more precisely *&^% The Man.  For now, you will have to cast your Schadenfreude eyes on someone else’s pain.  😊

So thanks for hanging out for a year and listening to my own personal form of therapy.  Rest assured, the place is beautiful, the Hubby and the marriage survived and the Kiddo has mostly forgiven us and wonders when we’ll start on her “teenage bedroom”.  Come and have dinner sometime in the new wreck if you’d like, we really do enjoy showing it off and telling the stories of agony and ecstasy, in our own little Reno Wreck. 

Hello! Thanks for stopping by to check out my recipes and commiserate with my (our) misery. Misery loves company! I live in Toronto with my husband and little girl. We have spent a year (yep, that's right, renovating our home) About seven months into this crazy renovation I thought to myself, this has got to be funny or it will be pathetic! And so, I have chosen for funny! This is my collection of mostly crockpot (although sometimes not) recipes paired with the days (weeks, months) that inspired them. Please share your best reno stories and crockpot recipes too.

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