J handled all the big stuff and I went around driving the nails that had wiggled their way out back into the drywall. Then it was mud, mud, mud, scrape, scrape, scrape.
Sanding is disgusting. Luckily, JC didn't mind doing this part and I conveniently found other things to do like laundy and dishes, you know, things that just can't wait.
By the end of the night, our house was a hot mess. We ended up tearing off the wall paper in the old dining room and the DUST from sanding was incredible. Oh my, my, my.
The dust covered everything, but mostly it covered JC. Here he is sporting his "intense and creepy" face. The dust adds the creepiness. Spookay.
...and here we are at the evening's end. Notice that I'm not so dust covered?
Ahh, happiness.
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