Of course, I did go help move the bathtub, and then a whole bunch of pipes.
The next morning, as I'm eating breakfast, Dad walks by the kitchen counter carrying a toilet bowl (new, in a box). On his next trip by he's got a toilet tank with him! This, of course, can only mean one thing: Phase One is arriving at the plumbing stage.
The last few days have been all about bathtubs, showers, etc. Which to buy? Where to put them? Where to make them drain since apparently the floor joists are all exactly where Dad wanted to put the drains! Oh no! An exciting development from today was the news that we can apparently afford a fancy steam-shower type thing for the upstairs bathroom. I'm sure this will do wonders for our health, or something.
In other news, the Dank remains dank. The Shack remains on the brink of imploding. The Shack Nights tally is ever increasing. The only difference is it seems that all these things may be gone within a few months... what a weird thought.
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