
(The red toothbrush, by the way, is a 59¢ special I bought for cleaning grout. And for lending to our special friend Pat Robertson on the nights he stays over. Ahem. And the new tile will totally match the old tile once it dries. Or I'm just going to burn the whole house down and start over.)
On the plus side, I managed to find a Home Depot employee who genuinely seemed to know his shit last night. And he helped me find a junction box I can attach to drywall—which is way preferable to ripping out the drywall and trying to attach it to a stud—and under-cabinet lighting that can be hard-wired to the light switch ... which, thanks to the extra four inches of backsplash, we can actually use. So last night's setback should end up bringing the bathroom much closer to the level of awesomeness we'd originally intended to have. Or I'm not Pat Robertson's secret lover.
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