Crackhouse Chic

Gotta love waking up to this in the morning:

Sadly, this is progress.  That's gotta be the worst part of home "improvement" for me; you almost always make things worse before you make them better.  Tony should be by sometime next week to patch in drywall and make the scary-ness start to go away.

But in the meantime I get to feast my eyes on crumbling plaster and Pepto-Bismol pink.  Whee!

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