Then I gave the whole shebang a first coat of paint, just to ensure that my remaining brain cells got their fair share.
I didn't take any pictures of this step because it was after 10 when I finished and not terribly impressive. Also I considered that some of you, dear readers, might appreciate an opportunity to get out of the bathroom. I know I would.
Which is why TONIGHT, I am giving myself a break. Partly because I'm starting to go a little solitary-confinement, and partly because of this face.
This is the look of neglect, people. J is not pleased with this remodeling business, and he communicates his distaste for it by sleeping 22 hours a day and spending the other two hours nervously attached to my hip as I move from room to room.
I am stricken with guilt, and I plan to lavish hours of love and treats and affection on him this evening.
But not too much. I don't want him to get a big head.