Last night, I convinced Rob that I was healthy enough to go to the house and do some light manual labor. We drove over to the house and started our evening. I meandered around the house for a while, collecting stuff that I missed. Pasta strainer, measuring cups, big pot, wooden spatula ... you know, the kitchen essentials.

Rob's big project has been the first floor bathroom. The walls are all removed and we have the vanity and toilet in place to see what it will look like. Oh boy, it's going to be grand!!!! That teeny tiney bathroom is going to look HUGE when we are done. Last night he pulled down some more drywall and started to cut and nail in the 2x4's to get the walls ready for the new waterproof sheet rock he bought. I'm new to this bathroom construction stuff, but I believe it's call frame-ing. He is frame-ing in the new bathroom. Rob took the afternoon off and is determined to do a full's day work on the bathroom. I'm very curious to see what he accomplishes todady while I am here at work.

Let me tell you the disgusting job I tackled last night. Just thinking about it makes me want to wash my hands in 409. I unscrewed all the kitchen cabinets and stacked them up in the living room to prepare them for de-greasing and sanding. Each one of those cabinets had 1 1/2 years of old lady empty house grease on them, my hands stuck to the inside AND the outside of the cabinets. It was almost enough to make me gag.

THEN, when those were all removed, I started pulling out the drawers. It's amost too disgusting to type it here but I will try. First, there was black shelving paper with big neon GREEN flowers on it. Pretty icky. There were pieces of old food, crumbs, grease, scunge and ick on the shelving paper and under the shelving paper. I pulled out an old pice of lettuce and started my profanity littered muttering. For such a germ-a-phobe I did pretty well. Rob came into the kitchen while I was sitting on the floor pulling shelving paper off the cabinets and mutternig "I hate this f*#@^ing job! Ew! Ew!Ew! I hate this, I hate this, I hate this! I'm gonna barf" and suggested we pack up.

I lept to my feet, sprayed 409 on my hands and announced I am ready to go home and then called 'first shower'.

My first task today is to buy 409 and rubber gloves. Yuck.