everyone's prayers have been answered! my failures will continue to dog me for all the years of my life! while i am peeing!
ben managed to save each and every one of them through careful surgery. he is amazing!
i didn't know he was going to be undertaking such a project yesterday. in fact, i was just sitting here writing, and he breezed by me with a buck knife, saying "i want to see what's under the drywall in the ceiling in there. do you mind if i make a little hole?"
"i think," he then said, looking delighted, "that i am now officially a marauder." okay, ben, you're a marauder. a cuddly, sweet little jewish marauder.
so now, it's underway -- the powder room of literary rejection is going to be repainted, get a new ceiling, a new tile floor, and some new towel racks and TP holder. possibly new light fixtures, definitely new medicine cabinet. how fast this will all go, i don't know, but i better start submitting short stories to periodicals that do not accept electronic submissions. (but we're still going to paint. i think we are going with pink and black. and maybe i can do something exciting as a shade or curtain for that little window.)