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Dead mice, cellular shades and laser levels.

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When I was painting the living rooms walls, I removed all the light and outlet covers. That included the ridiculous switch on the right the previous owner had installed.

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It went to the hot water heater which apparently she shut off every night. We never do that and I was tired of looking at it so I had the contractor remove the annoying red light. This meant rewiring some lines in the basement.

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And the discovery of a corpse.

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Poor little thing.

Trying to keep my husband from talking to the contractor …. while paying him $55 an hour to listen…. I found a project to keep my spouse busy.

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Installing cellular shades on our new bedroom windows. He gave me the look when I told him that meant putting holes in the new trim but before long he was reaching for his hammer for some none too subtle adjustments.

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This job took the better part of an afternoon..

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And didn’t seem to bother His Lordship over much.

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When my husband started chatted up the contractor again, he was asked to help with some laser assisted measurements.

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And after the measuring?

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More talking…

😉

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Peeking behind the walls and some hideous vintage wallpaper…

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After cleaning and bleaching the black mold off the wallboard, our contractor wanted to make sure there wasn’t a larger problem lurking behind the wall and hauled out his spy camera.

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It’s a wonderfully nonevasive way to take a peek.

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And in a very unexpected turn of good luck in our usually cursed house…

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Everything looked fine.

No water damage, no mold. Yay!

Before the contractor started on something else, I had him remove an old useless thermostat left over from electric baseboard heat that was used in the ‘80’s.

Under that thermostat?

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Some really beautiful vintage wallpaper.

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Not!

But it does have all those wonderful 1970’s colors… olive green, gold and orange.

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A few more pieces of wood ripped out …

And then the reason our contractor loves charging us by the hour becomes clear.

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My husband, talking.

And talking. And talking. And talking.

Ka-Ching!

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His Lordship?

Sleeping in the sun with a catnip mouse.

I wish my husband would do that, it would be so much cheaper.

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