Both Mark and Cass said that to me on the same day last week; first time I'd heard it. I don't recall why Mark said it. But I do remember why Cass was encouraging me.
The guest half bath here is absurdly tiny. It's 4 by 3. That's right: 12 square feet. And it's always looked marginal, at best. So we bought fixtures last October to renovate that half bath, but I refused to move forward, because the heat would have to be shut off for however long it took, and I wasn't fine with that in November. Call me crazy, but I want heat when the nights are below 40 degrees.
So a guy finally came in to start this project 2 weeks ago. He isn't a slacker, it's just that hard to get anything done in this house. Start with jackhammering the floor to change the water lines and drainage, and you get the idea of the scope of this stupid 12 square foot project. 42 other little things went wrong, too, and before you knew it, it took 3 weeks. Then my dearly beloved was telling him to paint the whole room white. I told him not to paint at all; I'd take care of it. Then I painted the outside wall....emerald green. Dearly Beloved was not best pleased when I started down this road, in the semi-dark, at 7PM, while the light fixtures were still off the wall. But Cass said, "You do you, Momma Bear!" And the next day, in broad daylight, with cream walls and white trim, I got unanimous votes of confidence. Even Mark told me, "Ignore Dad, because it looks really good."
And I was so pleased by that endeavor, I had the same guy take out 27 cracked tiles in my kitchen floor; he started today, and will be replacing them tomorrow. Sounds like a good excuse for takeout to me.
Happy Wednesday, everyone, and when in doubt, take the advice of Cass and Mark: "You do you!"