We're trying to spruce up the old chateau for the day when we downsize and bifurcate our existence to Savannah, GA. At least that's the plan, my loyal readers will recall. So to that end, we are doing a little tweaking -- paint, plumbing, lights, mirrors. But of course, nothing ever goes according to plan and we have mostly a LOT of spackle dust all over our black pants and visiting black labs.
Eric Stromer LIES when he says this stuff is easy peasy. If you see him, tell him he's needed on the second floor.
Or possibly the backyard.