Bubba's room is clean, the walls are down, and it's time for the insulation to come out.
|Bubba's Room and Stairway|
(note the fire extinguisher- we had one on every floor, just in case something ever caught fire. Oh, the irony)
|Bubble gum pink walls covered in soot. Stupid Crock Pot.|
Today more of our memories went into the dumpster.
I know when you look into this mess you probably see trash. But what I see is different. I see our lives. I see one of my kids' beds. I see Fish's precious art cabinet. I see the crutches Tuna blinged out with duct tape when she broke her hip. I see Fish's snow cone maker. I see the mirror Tuna bought with her Christmas money last year.
I know, I know. It's just stuff. But it's our stuff. And it's in a dumpster. And it feels...like we've been violated. By a STUPID CROCK POT. And it sucks.
Don't get me wrong. I am happy. I am happy that Operation Clean-Out is nearly over and Operation Tear-Out is starting and that means that Operation Rebuild is just around the corner. I am happy that we will be back in a beautiful home before we know it. I am happy that I will have fabulous neighbors to welcome me home.
You see that? That is the soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the neighbor's window. That's how awesome my neighbors are. I miss them all.
Stay tuned for my New Year's resolution. I'm not much for making New Year's resolutions, but this year I'm going all out.