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Things started out well early that morning with Lord Dudley Mountcatten innocently gazing at the plastic room.

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Yes, I’m talking about you.

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He knows he’s not supposed to go in there, so of course it’s the only place he wants to be…

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And before long our smiling, happy contractor was busy replacing the insulation and installing strapping for the sheet rock.

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By mid afternoon he had both sides of the beam done…

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And the ceiling was ready for the next phase.

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Which is when he hit a snag.

Thankfully it wasn’t with the project per se, but when it started drizzling outside and he set up his saw in the garage to stay dry… things went a little haywire.

We love Tom. He’s a very clean and conscientious worker. So when he started cutting things in the garage, he turned on his shop vac to suck up the sawdust and splinters at the same time… but in doing so he also overloaded our sometimes squirrelly electrical system and knocked out power to the entire garage and part of my laundry room.

This resulted in a solid hour of trying to figure out why.

Thankfully Tom knows his way around electricity and after removing a few outlets, testing various circuits and doing a whole lot of other things I can’t explain…. he had it up and running again and would be able to resume work.

Until my husband came home a few minutes later and decided it was time to call it quits and consume adult beverages in the man cave.

No sheet rock was installed that day.

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But at least we had garage lights to illuminate our way home.

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