Bob Villa and Martha Stewart Don't Live Here

But the jackasses that do managed to tile a bathroom smaller than a prison cell in just over five hours. In fact, the hubs and I spent every single one of those hours together in closer proximity than Elton John's chin to balls. That, my friends, is what you call teamwork, especially considering one of us had atrocious gas. (Sorry about that, hon.)

Here is what the bathroom ended up looking like with the new crapper and tiles.


The detailing around the tub and door frame will be finished tomorrow, as will the patching of the gigantic hole in the ceiling. Can't you just feel the excitement?