November 13, 2009 Get Out of My House Now.

We agreed that today was the final day to allow these intruders to come into our home and make stinky noisy messes. We told everyone on Monday that this Friday was the last day to work on our kitchen. There was still a lot of painting left to do. There were still cabinets to fix, hardware to install; basically a lot of little finishing. Guess what? They didn't believe us. First the painter said that he needed to come back on Monday for "just a few more hours." No. We told him we would paint whatever he didn't finish today, that we were out of time and money and that he'd done a really nice job but we want our life back and to pack up all his ladders and gear and barrel of cigarette butts and leave us a final bill.

When the cabinet guy hadn't shown up by noon I called him to see where he was. He said he couldn't make it today, that he would have to come next week. I repeated the above speech, reminding him that this was the last day and that we would do whatever he couldn't finish today. I told him I really needed him to come today to shorten a drawer that was too long. He wanted to take it back to his shop to shorten it. He would bring it back next week. I repeated the part about today being the last day. He seemed fine with it but disappeared for a while. When he came back he had a small electric saw. He put the drawer down on the floor in the middle of the kitchen. The painter had just finished the baseboards and started throwing a fit as the cabinet guy proceeded to cut the drawer, sawdust flying everywhere. I was so over this. The only thing preventing me from splattering their blood all over my new kitchen was knowing that this was the last day.


Here's the empty, peaceful kitchen. It's not perfect. But they're all gone.





















Thanks for listening. xo, Lori