It is always disconcerting when someone cuts a hole in the side of your house, even if (especially if?) that someone is your husband.
As I mentioned in my last post, clearing the toilet out of the dining room allowed us to move along with the next step of the project, installing new double french doors that open to the back yard.
By the way, I am disappointed in the lack of cultural pride these French doors are displaying. They have yet to provide us with a beret, baguette, or even soup du jour.
- June Cleverer