You've Come A Long Way, Baby

Our Little-Engine-That-Could-of-a-Powder-Bathroom has nearly reached the top of the summit. It only took the big, fat, lazy train a year and a half. And the train I'm referring to is the Annie Reynolds Express. The problem was that the bathroom was so ugly, I could hardly stand to be in it, so it just sat and sat in its pink festering eyesore festation. All that is left is to repaint the trim and paint the step stool the chocolate color as the cabinets and, VOILA! The bane of my existence for the past year and a half is no more. And yah, those are my drawings framed. I think they are just creepy enough to be cool. If you don't think so, you can always take your twosies elsewhere. There's a port-a-potty in the construction site across the street.

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