Dad was downstairs working, so it was just Mom, Cam, me, and Ken the main remodel guy. Again, due to doors being opened at any time by who-knows-who, Cam and I are either on leashes or in 10 Downing Street (my carrier). Ken came in and needed to ask Mom a question in the bathroom. Cam was hanging out in 10 Downing Street, so Mom latched the door and brought me with her into the construction zone. I had only made it as far as the bedroom when I made my startling discovery. Check. It. Out:
|"SERIOUSLY?!?! Ken has BOXES in here?!?"|
That's right. Ken has a secret stash of boxes! Ha. "Bathroom remodel". He's in there BOXING!!!
|"Yeah, right. Nice floor. Whatever."|
To his credit, he did offer to let me keep the box. I think he felt guilty. I didn't accept. I'm holding out for the box to end all boxes. It's full now, but I hear it will be emptied today. Step into the garage with me - and take a gander:
Isn't that one THE box?!? It has something called "the vanity" in it. I want it. I want it so badly. And after discovering this secret stash of boxes the remodelers have got going on, I think I deserve it! I'll keep you posted.