We were supposed to be ready to move into the house today, and instead, I'm at work, WORKING. Not moving heavy boxes and furniture and sweating my butt off, like I would have liked. Nope, instead I'm in a nice gray cubicle, wearing business casual clothes and using terms like LOB and SMB and "low-hanging fruit." Gag me. I'm not sure what the issue is, and at this point, I don't care. JUST GET 'ER DONE!!!
We leave tomorrow morning for the Masters and get back Monday afternoon. If I don't have a certificate of occupancy on my kitchen counter when I return, some heads are gonna roll. And now that I know what that means and have witnessed it first hand, I hope it doesn't have to happen. Because it can be UGLY, UGLY, UGLY. Just ask the tile guys.