I wasn’t going to talk about this until it happened but now it’s not happening so I guess I’m in the clear.
Over the last few months we had been saving money to get our cellar re-finished. We need new floor tiles, new wall board, new dropped ceiling frame and tiles, new ceiling lights, and some electrical upgrades. There was also hopes of walling off the laundry nook and adding a new closet.
We had a dollar figure in mind and we started talking to a contractor about an estimate. The guy was super psyched and his attitude was a little infectious. I was getting a good feeling about the whole thing.
He sent his estimate tonight. It was our dollar figure times three. That hissing sound you hear is the air escaping my balloon.