Barnie Starts a Renovation

      It's Day 1 of the bathroom renovation and Debit, my contractor's partner, arrived at 8 to a chorus of dogs barking and Edward screaming, "Debit is here!"
     I was in the downstairs bathroom at the time, marveling at how dreadful it looks and how much it needs to be renovated. 
     We are, of course, renovating the upstairs bathroom.
      Just as I was starting to put on makeup in preparation for going to work, two guys arrived to deliver the new bathroom vanity.  Although their bill of lading instructed them to place the thing in the "first dry area" (I kid you not), these guys were kind enough to schlep it not only to the second dry area, but all the way up the stairs to Edward's office, which is near the bathroom.  After I thanked, blessed and practically kissed them, I gave them a hefty tip which was all too deserved given that the granite top was already attached to the vanity and the whole thing weighed a whopping 280 lbs.  I asked them if they would consider spending the day working on the bathroom, which caused them to run out the door.
     I then got back to my makeup application and realized that I had completed one eye at the time the vanity guys arrived, but I had not started on the other.  This made me appear as if I was trying out for a new reality show called, "Plastic Surgery Gone Wrong."  Given this medical condition, the vanity delivery guys obviously felt a moral obligation to put the vanity wherever I wanted and then high tail it out of there.
     Debit just interrupted me to ask for a band-aid as he has cut himself on a shard of tile.  Since he is bleeding all over the place - the carpeting, the new vanity, the dogs, the furniture - I must stop now to care for him.  He just better be able to get back to work or I may have to pee on him again (see Barnie Needs a Renovation).