Bob Villa and Martha Stewart had a love child...

And her name is Harmony. Nice to meet you.

First, I'm going to teach you the proper way to demolish a bathroom vanity:

Step 1: Prepare yourself mentally.



Step 2: Give your demo partner a big kiss, because it may be your last. Demo work is dangerous... one could either die due to massive blood loss after certain inexperienced members of the team accidentally beat the other one to death with a hammer. OR, due to stress levels, divorce may follow the project. So always kiss... just in case.




Step 3: Go hogwild.







Step 4: Accidentally remove the sheetrock and then clean up your mess so that it doesn't seem like such a big deal. (This is Hippy holding the hose to the shop-vac, in case you were wondering. No, he isn't holding an elephant's trunk, although that would be much cooler.)




Step 5: Relax in your newly spacious space.



The End.

Only not really, because I have a little bit more to type. Besides the bathroom, we've had all sorts of mini-projects. We had a big leak in the front yard that hippy had to dig up and he is currently working on replacing a section of pipe in our front yard. But since we don't really know what we are doing, he mostly just sits out front, pretending to work, and chats with neighbor's walking by, hoping that they'll tell us how to fix it. So far, it seems to be working out.

Also, We stocked our pond with fish!!



In case you can't tell whats going on there, let me explain: This is a view of the pond from our front porch. To the right is our downstairs window. (No, we aren't going to flood our basement.) So yeah, thats our pond. It has a pump in it that circulates the water up to the top (near the driveway) and then trickles it down a little waterfall back to the pond (to the left-ish). Its quite nice. We had the city stock it with a couple of mosquito-eating fish (free service!) and then we put a whole bunch of goldfish in there. They are rather shy and keep hiding behind rocks, but hopefully that's temporary, because I wanted more theatrical fish. Little Tina Turner fish that sing and dance around the pond. But whatevs.



Lastly, my sister Laughter has been gathering me charming furnature to fill the house. Usually she finds it at D.I. or on the side of the road. I am not kidding. In any case, no one has caught fleas from it yet, and this is a darling vanity from D.I. that just got a shiny coat of green paint. Its going to be so freaking cute once I sand it down a bit (to make it all shabby chic) and add a cute knob to the drawer.



THE END. For realsies.