Saturday a team of highly motivated, fully equipped workers (ie. friends who love us enough to hit our home with hammers) will arrive at our new address and help us tear out everything that needs tearing out, rip up everything that needs ripping up, throw away anything that needs throwing out – you get the idea. If we could figure out a way to make it competitive, it would be the ultimate guy day.
At the end of Saturday, we will have a blank slate onto which we (and by we, I mean my husband, and father-in-law) will be able to create the kitchen and bathroom of our dreams. Or at least our plans. Hopefully.
At the very least, at the end of Saturday we will have a dumpster full of debris, tired friends, and a pretty good idea of which of our friends really need a better outlet for their pent up frustration. So if you feel the need for aggression therapy, and want to destroy something, and live within driving distance of our new home, come on. We’re serving breakfast at 8, lunch at noon and providing water and sweet tea.
Or you could drop by to point, laugh and remain clean. Either way.