Our project manager appeared at the house with his best woeful act while I was there, giving me an opportunity to talk to this weasel. And weasel-y he was. He fed me the same garbage he always feeds my husband. I didn't believe him for a second. He called the trim people, as well as the plumber to confirm their appointments. Laughable, this dude. He's like the boy who cried wolf. Anyhoo, he says (and we all know how I feel about what he says) the plumber and the wood people should be there today, and then carpet on Friday. I have confirmed that the wood people were at the house this morning, and I'm still holding out hope the plumber was there today.
If the plumber was there today, and the carpet is actually installed on Friday, like they say, we'll be moving in next week. Now, don't worry, I'm not getting my hopes up. But man, it would be so nice to have a light at the end of this horrendous tunnel.
The hubby and I are heading out to the property when he gets home from work tonight, and I'm really anxious to get over there. Sitting around on pins and needles is what it feels like. The next two and a half hours are going to be torturous.
|I love this fridge :)|
|The hubby just had to install the microwave as soon as he saw it.|
|So many things will be cooked on this stove and baked in this oven.|
|There are no words.|
|I actually don't know if this is the washer or the dryer...|
|That big box is the dishwasher, which I will run DAILY. After I've cooked EVERY DAY. The kitchen never closes at the Jarrell's house.|