Of course, "fun" is a relative term. My dad nearly took out a piece of his skull with this ridiculous cabinet the previous owners installed on a wall that is really a thruway. I casually mentioned that we were planning to remove the cabinet. Within 15 minutes we were having "fun," dad style - we were recharging the drill battery, and he was hammering a screwdriver around the paint encrusted screws. 3 hours an 2 trips to Home Depot later (all home projects at the Lake household involve no less than 2 trips to Home Depot), that behemouth of a cabinet is in the garage and the wall has been patched.
So as I type this, my father is impatiently waiting for Berch to wake up from his morning nap, because there is the other cabinet on that wall, calling out to him, waiting to be removed....
This is what a visit from Dad entails - having a list of home improvements ready for him. Tomorrow I believe it's a section of wall that needs to be patched. I haven't come up with a Sunday project, but if anyone has any suggestions, I am all ears.
Berch finally feels better today, though his cute factor didn't suffer from the illness. Case in point, here is this movie of him crying because his throat was bothering him. Yes, yes, evil mommy, filming his tears instead of comforting him. Good stuff. To balance that, I leave you with a few pictures of him sleeping last night.
