Remember what the master bedroom used to look like? Oh yeah, we've been working hard. Travis and I ripped out that paneling. Jeff, Travis and I ripped out the gross carpet. (That was the absolute sickest thing ever, really). Travis pulled down the ceiling tiles. Jeff ripped out the beaded-board ceiling only to discover the joists above were NOT ATTACHED. He spent a bunch of time getting that all squared away so John could hang the drywall. That is when the unthinkable happened. He hit his index finger with a full swing of the hammer. Ouch. Jeff has really been working harder than ANYONE in the world. He is the best motivation for me. He's never too tired or unfocused. He can go forever and still be silly and fun. Why does the #1 guy have to get hurt? It's the pitts.