The Penthouse

In case you were wondering, we are not living in the mayhem of the Jungle House - at the moment. Of course, the Jungle House will probably always have a bit of mayhem, but construction mayhem...nope. Didn't want to live in it.

So where do we live?

We live in the garage!

Or above the garage. See the window?

We live there.

We call it the Penthouse.

It's a small Penthouse. Cozy. But we get to live out of the construction mayhem, yet on our property. Perfect.

It has newer laminate floors because it flooded a few years ago and they had to replace and paint everything. Yes, a flood. I know. I know. You are shaking your head.

Fire.

Flood.

Locusts.

No, no locusts...as far as we know.

Of course, we have furniture inside.

The Penthouse really didn't need tons of work, except for a really good cleaning. (And the bathroom...)

So before we moved in we spent a few evenings cleaning. Correction...before we closed we spent a few evenings cleaning.

Yep. We broke in.

Technically there was a broken garage door that we told Fannie Mae about, and since they never came and fixed it we took advantage of the situation.

Though at the end of each evening, I insisted that we hid everything in the closet. Just in case Fannie Mae wanted to confiscate my cleaning supplies.

Of course, one afternoon I made The Farmer go over and get the cleaning supplies because I was so nervous the bank would find out. Then again, now everyone knows because I am blogging about it, but since that was two months ago I hope the bank doesn't care.

And look, The Farmer is using the Swiffer! (and a little brush thingy)

And yes, I was cleaning too. Just to clarify.

But the one room we needed to really fix was the bathroom. Though we couldn't change the teeny tiny size of the room, we could change the teeny tiny sink.

See the space to the right of the cabinet, below the countertop? Yep. It's just a random empty space. The countertop was 38 inches, and yet the cabinet was just 18 inches. And thus the sink basin stuck out into the random space, allowing you to see the bottom of the basin.

It was random.

So we took it out.

We had to cut the back of the new cabinet to accommodate the plumbing pipes, but we didn't have a straight edge.

But I did have a cookie sheet.

Quote of the evening: "Don't ruin my cookie sheet."

(He didn't.)

And our hard work turned into this:

Oh, and if you ever need to repair the bottom of a shower door, weather stripping from a storm door works quite nicely.