Sanding the floor, originally uploaded by smooth_d.

Okay, so the plumber’s crack was politely cropped out of the picture. That’s because Jeremy is a gentleman.

This is the first time I’ve been able to use the sander my dad gave me when I moved in. The next project is my beat up coffee table, which I’ll probably do tomorrow evening while we’re working on the next step of the tile.

To be clear, when I say “we” I mostly mean Jeremy because he’s really been doing the lion’s share of this project. I would love to help more but the bathroom is quite small and we can’t both be in there comfortably. He offered to do most of it and because he’s more knowledgeable about this kind of thing than I am, I trust it to be done better with him at the wheel.

It has gone pretty smoothly so far, with the exception of a couple of cracked sections on a small piece of tile and Jeremy cutting his hand on some scissors and bleeding all over. It’s all good, though. I bandaged him up good and he’s back to work. *cracks whip*