Saturday the Easter Bunny brought me another teardown on my street! I was so excited to see what my house probably looked like going down. It’s hard to look at the backhoe working and not see a T-rex. It really looks predatory.
Under an hour took the house from this,
Meanwhile, the drywall is up in my house, and it looks CRAY-CRAY! If Peppers had ever had a little tour of it with mommy (which he certainly would not have done because that is dangerous, and I signed something saying I wouldn’t go in there let alone take my kids) he would have run into the pantry, clapped his hands together and said, “Dis is uhkedible! Dis is amazing!” I didn’t realize he knew the word incredible.
Now that it’s drywalled but devoid of any cabinetry or furniture, it looked really big to me. Like, embarassingly big. To the point that I felt like a hideous American over-consumer, and like I needed to beg forgiveness of everyone I’ve ever whined to about money/this house. The Harrisons need to hurry up and build their 8000 square footer down the street so I don’t feel self-conscious. The camera adds 100 sq ft, I swear.
I’m also thinking maybe we forgo the foyer chandelier and put up a nice neon sign in the palladium window that says, oh, “Bieber Forever!” or something. Keep it klassy, as Katie Szal would say.