What did I say about deadlines?

Well, as I stated yesterday, Stew's not much for deadlines. Unfortunately, Momma is part to blame for the latest fiasco that has caused yet another delay in our listing the house for sale. That's right. I said "another delay." In fact, we might not be moving for quite some time. Allow me to explain...

Remember the treadmill I mentioned yesterday? The one with a running surface that weighs about 250 lbs. The one that doesn't have any handles for ease of transport. The one delivered on a pallet by two burly, bearded men wearing flannel shirts. Well, it appears the treadmill running surface in question is about 20 lbs heavier than Momma bargained for. Miraculously, Momma and Stew were able to get the surface all the way up the stairs without damaging the stairs, walls or Stew's body. But, things took a turn for the worse when the surface was being moved through the opening between the kitchen and the front room. The surface had to be lifted and turned on its side to fit through the 29" wide opening. And remember when I said there are no handles on this thing? Just let me tell you that it would be helpful for future models of the treadmill to come with said handles, because the surface slipped out of Momma's hands... and here's a picture of the hardwood floor after we finally moved the treadmill surface out to the storage container. I'm fairly certain Stew's not going to attempt to repair the floor on his own. Actually, Momma already called the hardwood floor guy who originally sanded/buffed our floors when we first pulled up the shag carpet. But allow me to walk you downstairs... to the location directly under the floor where the treadmill was dropped. As you can see, the tremor from upstairs caused part of the drywall ceiling to crash to the floor, along with a bunch of fiberglass insulation. Luckily, Stew is quite the drywall hanger and will likely make short order of this repair. And by "short order" I mean "it's about a 6-month project". So, as you can see, there's a good chance we aren't moving for quite awhile. Luckily for Stew, Momma doesn't blame him for the mess, and he's at least smart enough not to say "stew-pid" things like, "I thought farm girls were supposed to be strong!"

If you haven't guessed by now, then let me make it official: April Fool's! The photos above are actually from a house currently for sale that's being marketed as a "fixer upper", and I'm fairly confident it's not going to make our list of houses we want to see.

Well, I'm in a bit of a hurry, but I want to post a link to last year's April Fool's gag because I think it was way better than this one. But who knows, maybe I fooled somebody out there today...