I know guys *hangs head*

But I had 7 machines going at once! Meh, I know, still. Nor do you care about my favourite tiny towel.

If we’re just meeting: I used to live in a condo in downtown Toronto, bought a house on July 25, and never went back.

It’s a cottage I winterized into a house, and have been living in a construction zone since. I’m like a squatter with a mortgage. Blog tag = house

WAIT. I can actually car-ify this post..

The laundry arrived in a 2015 Subaru WRX, whose trunk will hold 7 loads.

Oh that mirror I had built?

It arrived on Friday, and when it was installed I got so excited my head hurt.

Then on Sunday, it fell off the wall HOW lucky I was home.

When the mirror guys came to retrieve it, he said, “I’ve been installing mirrors for 25 years, and never seen this happen.” This stuff always happens to me.

So lucky I was home. Never mind the massive amount of bad luck it would’ve brought, but it would’ve smashed into this.

Last week a trade was standing in the above, he stopped mid-sentenace, looked around with widening eyes:

Him – wait, you are _currently_ living here?
Me – this is a palace compared to where I’ve been. I slept on an air mattress for 2 months.

But I’m tired of it, tired of my jogging pants, you probably are too, but the end is so close guys… a little more electrical work, build my couch, unroll my carpet, then all I have to do is live in it, easy.