Let the healing begin

First and foremost, I uploaded the pictures for the last post all over again, so everyone should be able to see the progress and the gore equally well.

Other commitments (and a sense of sheer laziness) kept us from accomplishing as much as we wanted on the basement this weekend (meaning that no, the sub-floor is not finished).

On the plus side, we did get to enjoy a hot tub, a couple of nice bottles of red wine (not all at once), and the company of kitties other than our own. Oh, and a Wii, too. That was cool.

But we did do a little bit of honest work, and I took a new picture of my finger, so this isn't necessarily a post you can just skip over.

You know, if you actually cared about any of the crap I write here.

The War Department got to experience the sheer joy beauty awesomeness crappitude of Steve's hammer drill (oh, and Steve, thanks again for lending it to us ... um, still) as it was a little too awkward for me to manage with my injured finger. I'm happy to report that Amy likes Tapcons - oh, about as much as I do, really.

Which is to say, not at all.

But the floor is sure starting to look good, eh?



Yes, as evidenced by the picture above, we haven't quite got all the Tapcons in place just yet, nor have we started on the bathroom, but we did pick up the aluminum ducting we needed for the bathroom fan and enough foam insulation to finish the floor.

What? We can only make so many trips to Rona in one day, you know...

Moving on, it's time for an update on

The Injury Report

My finger is healing nicely, thank you. But seeing as how everyone showed such an interest in my deformity, I thought the least I could do would be to offer you an update on its progress.

Without further ado...



Not so gangrenous now, eh Mikey?

You're still all a bunch of ghouls.