Our House Is Made of Doors

It seems like every time we open up a wall, there's a door in it. Isn't there some Christian-y saying about closing doors and opening windows? So what should we intuit god thinks of us if s/he has seen fit to lead us to a house in which the doors are sealed up in plaster and drywall from which not even a sawzall will free them?





You know I'm always up for having a good laugh at the expense of Team Whackadoo, but I honestly can't argue with this one. They wanted to close up the door opening - why not just use the door? Presciently eco-friendly, I call it. Anyway, here it is.












This is the wall that was the object of this week's aggression. (The previous picture is the other side of this wall, and the aforementioned door is sealed behind this drywall.) There's a fun video of me and Katherine whaling away at it with the 12-lb sledge, which we'll post at some point.







This is our dust. Don't I look cute with a respirator on?

(quote of the week from sometime around this moment:

Katherine: I think I just sawed through a supporting beam.

Turned out not to be supporting, but you gotta love hearing something like that said out loud, and not on a madcap half-hour sitcom with Scott Baio.)



This is the ex-wall. Stay tuned for hilarious videos of dust and destruction.