When I came home last night this big pile of crap said, "Hey! You can't stay outside all night because you're frightened by the carnage! Go inside!"
So I did, because nobody disobeys a big pile of crap, especially when its house crap, my house crap.
When I got inside my mom was wrapping up painting our spare bedroom and Bootsdestructor was ripping down all of our kitchen cabinets. The bottoms were the only ones water damaged but we'd planned to replace the top ones anyway. They were already 300 years old and in really bad shape. Like boogers permastuck to the doors.
He even took out the kitchen sink!
Here's a "before" from last summer before we closed on the house.
Imagine bigger piles of broken down cabinets and nails and a few giblets of insulation. Now imagine me packing it all outside to the curb.
Are you imagining me getting a little crazy with a broom, shovel, and the shop vac because I couldn't think for all the clutter? Good. I know Boots thinks I'm crazy.
See that wall with the big hole in it?
Now you don't!
Things aren't all bad though.