Paneling is a Jerk

We have paneling on our walls all through the house. The kitchen, the dining room, the hallway. I hate paneling. The house I grew up in was wall to wall paneling when I was a kid. I hated it. I guess it was better than wallpaper, but only by a hair.

When we moved into the house in 2010 I said the first thing we need to do is get rid of all of this horrible paneling. Here we are in 2022 and it’s still there. We’re trying to find a way to redo the kitchen a little at a time over the course of a couple of years. One of the things we want to do to kick things off is repaint the kitchen and the dining room and that includes taking down the crappy, ugly paneling.

We had a guy come in to give us an estimate. He said it would depend on the state of the wall behind the panels. Makes sense. There’s one spot in the dining room where it’s busted up pretty bad so we tried pulling it away from the wall to see what it looked like.

That’s when I learned that paneling sucks even more than I already knew it sucked. He said something that I was assuming was the truth all this time. The paneling is nailed to the wall. Take a crow bar and pull on a spot and it should pop right off. That makes perfect sense. Unfortunately, when we were looking at that one little damaged spot we found that the friggin’ jerk is actually glued to the wall. Glue! Are you kidding me? So now we have to pry it off and deal with the glue left on the wall.

Paneling… you’re an effing jerk. I hope you are eradicated from existence the world over. Glue? Really? What a jerk!

Yet Another Kitchen Upgrade

More kitchen changes? No… you’re not serious.

Yes. We are serious.

BOOM!

A new cabinet with a counter top and a peg board to hang utensils and pots and shit.

Drywall mounts, a stud finder, a drill (two different bits). All sorts of construction worker stuff.

I was terrified of all of it and now that we’re done I’m still terrified of all of it. Yikes!

My Step Son is More Awesome Than Yours

With all of the pre-fab furniture assembly on this weekend’s agenda, Jen figured it would be a good idea to offer Harry some money in exchange for getting a jump on things tonight. He was up for it and as I type this he is in the dining room putting together a humongous pantry that’s bigger than he is. It might be bigger than me.

Sure there’s a little bit of a bribe involved, but that doesn’t change the fact that my step son is awesome for doing this. He pretty much rules. My step son is absolutely more awesome than yours. It’s a certifiable fact.