I have been spackling, caulking, and taping. Mostly taping. I have used so many miles of blue tape, they should be paying me. I'm not sure how that works out exactly, but after 10 hours on my feet for three days, I don't give a shit. Is any of this making sense? Then I come home to my parents' house, and my dad pours me 2 glasses of wine (in a row, not both at once) and then makes me a mai tai. A hard core mai tai. I love that guy.
So, to recap, I'm tired, proud, satisfied, ready for two more days of painting and taping and spackling, and drunk.
p.s. before and after pics coming soon. We are moving in next weekend come hell or high water.