They told me it couldn’t be done. Which oddly enough is what “they” said about installing a dishwasher.

I reluctantly agreed to let them put the new countertop on the old cabinet, and set aside my dreams of a new vanity with a patented bottom drawer across the bottom. At least I could get my money back for the cabinet, right?

Returning to the kitchen, and looking at the makeshift back cabinets on the backside of my dishwasher, I felt sad. Why can’t I have nice things? Why can’t I be a better do-it-myselfer? Why can’t I just hire some designer who will charge $20,000 to redo the bathroom? Why can’t I get on one of those HGTV shows?

But then the dude came out of my bathroom with good news: He could get the old cabinet out after all, should he go for it?

Hells yeah!

And did I want them to take out the next layer of gold tile?

But of course.

I asked the guy if it went faster than he thought…because the thing is in there already, and it was faster than I thought.

He said, “I had to do some pretty extreme things.”

Do I even want to know?

Published by Kari Neumeyer

Writer, editor, dog mom, ovarian cancer survivor

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