Everyone, say it with me (that makes it true, you know): Dainty, Delicate, Drywall Dust.
I will be thankful for the dust, because it means we're that much closer to having a kitchen and an entranceway, a husband who doesn't have to renovate every weekend, and a clean(ish) house.
I will be thankful, dammit.
That's all I got.
