We're 3 days into some DIY garage remodeling at the new little house on the prairie. Here are some of the conversations that have happened.
Me: (After a hole was cut incorrectly for a plug in) I'm pretty sure you're supposed to measure twice and cut once.
The Boy from Texas: *Mean glare and spits on the floor.*
Me: What's this stuff (sheet rock) made of?
The Boy from Texas: It's sheet rock.
Me: I know, but what's in it.
The Boy from Texas: Um....rock.
Me: So when you paint with this sprayer, how will we ensure it doesn't get on the floor? Should we buy drop cloths?
The Boy from Texas: It's a garage. We don't care about paint on the floor.
Me: We should always care about paint on the floor.
Me: (After we put up the first big piece of sheet rock.) Wow! Look at that, it's just the right height, how did that work?
The Boy from Texas: Yea, how about that. It must be a miracle.
(I realize now that there is a standard height for this kind of thing and it was not, in fact a miracle.)
Me: Don't just throw those screws on the ground! We can use them again.
The Boy from Texas: They're junk. They used the wrong screws.
Me: There are different kind of screws?
The Boy from Texas: Yea, we are using drywall screws, they used cheap junk screws like you'd use on a door hinge. It's important to have a good screw.
Me: That's what she said.
The Boy from Texas: (After trying to drill a screw in the dry wall where a framing board should have been.) Bunch of dang idiots didn't make the frame every 16". Only an idiot would do that.
*10 minutes later we had to replace a 2x4 that was rotted.*
Me: Um....that's not 16 inches.
The Boy from Texas: Whatever, it's fine.
Me: What kind of saw is this?
The Boy from Texas: A sawzall.
Me: Saws all? That's creative. This blade is bendy.
The Boy from Texas: *Shakes head in disbelief.*
Me (about 17 times): Be careful with that hammer, don't bust the sheet rock we just put up on the other side.
The Boy from Texas: Do you think I'm stupid?
Me: No, I don't think you're stupid, but you are kinda a bull in a China shop.
The Boy from Texas: *Hits the wall and spits on the floor.*
We're maybe 1/4 of the way done and we've reverted to hiring someone to finish it up tomorrow. Wonder why he didn't want to keep working with me?
Excitement is . . .
2 months ago