I thought everyone was taking off of work to get the house ready, but NOPE. I am all by myself up here, scrubbing and taping and sanding and painting.
But that's fine with me. And I don't even need to worry about not having a stereo until the electricians rip out the 80 year-old wires, because the neighbor kid blasts Snoop Dogg from his truck. So charming. I'll have to invite Officer Library Frequenter over for a beer some time.
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