I live...

just not in a house that has a kitchen, dining room or laundry room anymore.  Or walls really.  And in some places we don't really have a floor.

And don't forget for a second that we're down a bathroom.

I stayed up all night last night trying to finalize my plans.  It's going to be another long one.

After Natalie, Kendyl, Jackie and I busted out the laundry room which included crawling along the rafters and kicking the drywall down in the 120 degree attic, we went and drank heavily.

Dad gets here tomorrow.  I'd post a picture of me in my new toolbelt but that would just be too cheezy.  I am now queen of the sawz-all and tomorrow I will master the roto-hammer. 

Did I mention the refrigerator is in the living room?