So, if you've been following along (or happen to sit next to me at work), you've heard me b*$tching about the downstairs remodeling work going on now for over a year. It started with the kitchen and morphed into a "as long as we're doing that, why don't we just rip the house down and start over?" kind of project.
Then, in a sadistic move to further dismantle the last known places of comfort and order in the house, I sold my cheap, ugly desk and our bed of pain before their replacements were here. I paid bills on the floor for 4 months. Today I finally assembled a replacement cabinet and tomorrow the new mattress arrives.
Dan hauling the mattress of pain downstairs in a final act of labor. The new bed does not have to be flipped, rotated, skewed or plumped like those in mattress past.
Sita helps me assemble the new (cheap and ugly, but smaller and more space efficient) cabinet.
The final product! I realize this is not quite magazine material but somehow it feels like an accomplishment anyway.