So they say. And so, for the sake of honesty, I will freely admit that I was not entirely sure that either Dad or I would live to see the last piece of drywall hung. Nor can I blame the drywall. No, Dad and I being so very much alike and yet so very different has to take all the blame; that or two short tempers.

Despite all that, the drywall was hung in two weeks, most of the work taking place on the two Saturdays.

Pictures (once again borrowed from Mom’s blog): Here and here.

I’d get my own camera, but currently all my money is being spent on my room.