Sink and Closet and Stunts... oh my!
Sink and Closet, originally uploaded by Tokenhippygirl.
OK, the last photo I posted wasn't the last in this long line. This one will be. Here you can see where the sink will be, to the left in the photo, and part of the walk in closet to the right. At the back in this photo is a black wall. That happens to be the current wall to our bedroom. Shnazzy!!
Only one slightly big faux pas today, other than the fact that the holes in our new sink (which we love by the way) aren't quite big enough, because of the ceramic, to fit our new faucets. They are the faucets that were suggested to go with the sink. They ALMOST fit. Almost isn't exactly good enough. Also... we were only sent one shower head and two were on the invoice. Karen is on the case. In both instances, with both places. She will prevail. The one faux pas I mentioned.... is me. The crate delivery of tub, tub pedestal, vanity, and hardware came as scheduled. Only, they wouldn't deliver it up the driveway because we live in a rural area? Huh? Whatever. So we improvised. We enlisted the assistance of Mom and Don and their truck. Between that, our truck, and the physical labor of Mom, Don, our plumber Brian, and the two of us, we got them up the driveway. With one casualty. Me. We had everything loaded. Mom and Don took off up the driveway with their big crate containing the tub. Karen and I had the vanity and the ceramic sink topper. I jumped into the back of the truck... sort of sitting on the side. She took off up the driveway, had to shift and speed up and turned and... well... I fell off. Backwards, head first. I started to go and somehow had the sense to know, and luck enough to get my body twisted around so that I was able to grab the side of the truck. My feet and body kept going out, twisting in a strange way, but my head didn't hit first. I ended up sort of being dragged for a little bit until I decided to let go so I wouldn't be run over. I let go and sort of tried to fling myself away from the truck, rolling as I did. Karen, who only saw this part of the whole ordeal, said I looked like some sort of stunt woman. Too funny. My biggest stunt... not getting a knot on my noggin. The rest of me... it hasn't faired so well. Bruised, battered, and sore I sit before the screen here. But, nothing is broken. Not even my pride. We've had a good laugh about it. Now I'm going to go get in the hot tub....