ha, ha. just kidding. nothing broke, not accidently, anyway. in the never-ending search for perfection, it was found that some tiles had to be redone. so to get there required smashing a few. they showed me how to do it, in case i ever had to fix one on my own. and then he left me another hand-written love note (actually recycled from the other day). i think he really cares.
warning signs are everywhere... i get the idea!
here's a closer look at the correction. the tiles had to be sure to slip far enough under the drywall to create a little shadow line. these are the little details that ultimately add up to something big.
nate continues to write on the walls. 1/8" seems to be his favorite, either direction. 
hey! what happened to my whack-a-mole?
things keep coming and going around here. the stove has been moved back and forth 4 or 5 times by now. this is the sink's 2nd trip. maybe he pulled it out to make room for nina's alarm clock.
beyond the tiling and plastering, measuring the counters and moving the sink around, and, oh yes, the games of twister and whack-a-mole, it was a quiet day. painting begins tomorrow. see you then!
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