Oh: and it appears that Luther has roundworms. Lovely! The vet (and all her friendly assistants) know him by name now, and make inquiries and send regards.
In another "meanwhile", it appears that the entire roomful of big boxes which I assumed was the entirety of the kitchen (I tried to photograph it, but I didn't have a wide-enough angle and a picture of just boxes is not real interesting) is really only half the shipment. Scott-kitchenguy just called to tell me he'd "re-checked" and was "glad he'd caught that."
OK then. I think I'll just let that go without further comment.
In some good news, I think I've finally tracked down a decent source for the countertop.
Maybe.
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You are reminding me why I will never build a house. Okay, never say never, I suppose, but still....
ah. . . . yeah.
Himself keeps accusing all of those he's calling his "so-called friends", who - the last time he built a house - had obligingly agreed to shoot him if he were ever even to talk about building another one.
when i lived in europe my brother was building his house...he wrote me a letter saying it had been the longest year of his life. he then said...he thought he would build one every year...so he could then live...forever!
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