The times we are able to laugh ourselves silly make up for the times we want to cry. Preston and I thought we would just "fix up" the garage apartment that is eventually going to be my craft corner and live in there because it has air conditioning until the rest of the house was livable. Well, fixing up ended up getting coined "Shit-mageddon" (sorry mom) sad but true, just when we were replacing all of the trim in the freshly painted room, walls, ceiling and even concrete floor! Preston knocked one of the outlet covers off and dirt and what we thought was rodent feces came pouring out like hillbilly's out of a wet t-shirt contest at Hooters during NASCAR. Holy moly we were disgusted and horrified and everything in-between. So me, being the true pioneer woman I am started ripping out the sheet rock and to our udder dismay we were showered with what we thought were rodent pellets and dirt and spiders, and all kinds of other things. We were prepared, I'm going to try to figure out how to add a picture soon!
After ripping off all the sheet-rock, and fiberglass insulation, and dirt and other miscellaneous items we were ready to put new insulation and sheet rock up! WELL, Here's a lesson for all you men out there- Don't EVER listen to your future wife about how to hang sheet rock like Preston did. He, (being the sweet man he is) humored me and put the sheet rock in how it made sense to me- of course this was the wrong way to put it in! and he managed to fix it and made it all work.TIP FROM PRESTON: ALWAYS PUT IT IN HORIZONTAL STARTING FROM THE CEILING FIRST. (trust him, he's serious as a heart attack.
We got the Craft corner decently okay and then the bug man came out and let us know what we thought was poop, was actually huge roach eggs! HOLY MOLY! Not cool. We were horrified all over again and thoroughly disgusted. We however got over it with a shot of whiskey, and agreed that at least we don't have a rodent problem? (trying to make the best of things) and moved on; or at least we thought so. Right after this news and figuring out that we had been showered in dirt and roach eggs we turned (discouraged) to walk inside our 90 degree+ house and then we were shocked at the appearance or an opossum walking into the craft corner like he owned the place! Preston got the gun and showed him who was boss. Thank you second amendment right.
Pictures are to come if I can manage how to put them on here!