Small Victories Part 1

Sometimes it's the small victories that count, right?

I painted the bathroom. But really... the satisfaction only lasted a little while. Because now, after watching "Don't Sweat It" today... I want to re-tile! I want to straighten that wobbly crooked uneven, badly installed tile, so badly, I can taste it! I want to rip it up from the floor, and down off the walls! I also want to paint the vanity and the medicine cabinet... and distress and antique them, so their crappiness looks deliberate, instead of just, well, crappy. And... I want a new toilet and bathtub. And a linen closet would be nice. In short, I want to gut that mother fucker and make my dream potty. But... unfortunately, other than aesthetics that bathroom is fully functional. And in this house, that means... gonna have to wait. Sigh... There are much bigger fish to fry... and we still don't even have a skillet...

I really think this house is out to get me... the nicest room in the house is the kitchen... a room, I usually avoid like the plague. (Yeah, I still do, anyway.)