This is start of week three of the, "four days, max," bathroom remodeling project. It isn't Mr. Ben's fault (mostly) or Mr. Tony's fault. Plumbing emergencies have come up that have taken precedence. Additionally, the weather hasn't cooperated. Mr. Tony can't run his three tile saws outside in a thunderstorm. Plus, apparently this is a thing in humid climates, folks don't paint when its raining. Once Mr. Tony is done, Mr. Ben (the plumber) has to come back and do a few plumbing-type things to make the bathtub operational.
Given what the Sunshine family went through to get flooring put into our house in Mesa, three weeks is nothing. We've all pretty much only used the master bathroom since we moved in here last December anyway. What's another week (hopefully). Right?
On another note, I think Mr. Tony's and Mr. Ben's crew and I are finally on a first name basis. Jack raids my jar of Dove chocolates that sits on my counter. And I make up a fresh pitcher of tea for Andy every morning. They are such a part of the family at this point even Luna looks forward to seeing then. And as far as Mr. Ben's crew goes, Mr. Ben's son, Junior, has made friends with Polly. They've been texting back and forth for the past week. Unfortunately, Mr. Tony and Mr. Ben and I are not at that level of familiarity just yet. But if this keeps up much longer, I'm charging them rent.
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