Bring on the white trash BABY!

Last week, I get a text from Jeremy that says... this p.m. when you get home, the house will look like white trash lives there. And my response was WHOOOHOOOO. It all translated to the "project" will begin! So, that was last week. All moved along pretty smoothly and then, life struck! Project stopped. As easily as it started, it stopped. Jeremy told me that I should complain to my contractor! Not a bad idea, but he has such selective hearing! I'm not sure that spring time was the best time to being a project. All sounds good on paper, but rain, ball practices, dance, church, work, and repeat again, all seems to take it's toll on the project. A week later, we can qualify for "white trash" yard of the year!