They could come up with something like that. Right? Kind of like purple fade to white elmer's glue-in-a-stick?
What crazy person put this toilet and sink in here before finishing the drywall? I mean, really. Who can reach in there?
I can't even fit the blade in this corner. Oh - wait - yes I can - If I crawl Underneath the sink and carefully wedge the corner knife up between the sink and the wall, I can sort of smear it downwards . . .
You would think this guy was under some pressure from his wife to get a functional potty room into the house NOW or something.
I'll tell you something else brilliant. It turns out that the water supply fixtures for this sink have some sort of "emergency flow restriction device" or something. Which means that if you turn the water on full blast too quickly, the sink seizes up and shuts off the water on you. For HOURS. Or until a plumber comes and takes the Whole Bloody Apparatus Apart and resets it. It's supposed to protect homeowners from water damage if their faucet breaks and starts spraying all over the place.
Well, do you know how many times I've had my faucet break off and start spraying water all over the place on me in almost 41 years?
None. Never. Not at all.
Do you know how many times I've had something go horribly, hideously wrong in the kitchen or the studio and need several gallons of water at 40 tons of pressure NOW! in order to contain the damage or rinse out dye or spilled paint or caustic chemicals or just to pressure wash the burned rice off the bottom of the pan?
There had better not be little flow inhibitors on my studio and kitchen sinks. Let me tell you.
We are still holding the line on it remaining a barn kitty. Molly may have to go live in the barn, too. I am appalled at the amount of garbage this kid has. There's no way I want it all to come into the Beorningsetead. She has more laundry than most third world villages. But she thinks up awesome names for cats.