I just found a bathtub drain stopper under my coffee table!

[Brigid]

And yes, I still have that freaking bathtub in my living room. I hate my life. :banghead:

[ohiosmith]

1. Not that it provides any consolation, the first seven years of my life were lived without a bathtub.

I bathed in the same tub my mother did laundry in. The water heated over a wood fired stove.

[struggle4progress]

2. So now if you spill coffee in the living room, you can just pull the plug!

It's remodeling genius!

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

3. I find stuff like that around my house all the time.

But then, I have cats.

I've found drain stoppers in the dining room, socks in the kitchen, a scarf being used as a nest liner in a cat bed, cat toys in my purse, and the remains of a stolen pork chop under the coffee table. Also the occasional mouse part here and there. And hairballs. Nothing strange at all about tub drain stoppers in the living room.

[fizzgig]

4. my first thought was that she must have cats

[Brigid]

5. Yes, I have two cats.

The drain stopper obviously goes with my new tub. And yes, the cats surely found it and played with it. But this bathroom remodel has been an epic headache. :banghead:

[david13]

7. That was my first thought, the cats. Mine can find things I haven't

seen in years, nuts, bolts, metal parts, etc., and they appear in the middle of the floor. Little things off shelves, anything, and it becomes a toy to be played with, and batted around on the floor. She has a big fondness for sponges. I have to hide them in the file cabinet.
dc

[snooper2]

8. You should have signed up for Renovation Realities on DIY

:)

[MiddleFingerMom]

6. Once, the wife of a good friend of mine found ME under her dining room table. And him.

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On his 40th birthday, we threw him a party that just couldn't be beat.
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More than once -- in more than one home -- I had earned my reputation
as "the guest who never leaves".
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I didn't disappoint that night.
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His wife eventually caved (a little foreshadowing there) and went to bed,
leaving us downstairs -- doubtless discussing how to save the world.
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When she came down in the morning, she found both of us passed out
under the dining room table, beers still clutched in our paws... apparently
having turned it into our mancave at some point in our discussion.
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Good times.
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[MorningGlow]

9. Ohhh man you have my deepest sympathy

I lived with a bathroom sink and a toilet (clean/out-of-box new, mind) in my dining room for TWO YEARS. Mr. MG's renovating eyes are bigger than his renovating stomach, if you know what I mean. Grand plans but no time, yet stubbornness makes him think he can still get it done sometime...

My brother was the recipient of some IBS gallows humor two Christmases ago (we offered him the toilet for his seat at the table). (Please, folks, no flames--I have the deepest sympathy for my brother's affliction. And thanks to probiotics he's doing a lot better.)

Shortly thereafter, at the risk of offending Mr. MG, I hired some contractors to finish the damned powder room and dining room once and for all. Now the bathroom fixtures are in the right place and my dining room is for dining ONLY. :eyes:

Hang in there, Brigid. Ride herd on them and get them to do it on time and in the right way. And then enjoy. :hug: