Dear Yellow Bathroom,
We've never been friends. Sure, I appreciated you,
who wouldn't appreciate a second bathroom? But, you
were so.. funky and, let's be honest, ugly. There was
foam (really foam?) trim that we couldn't paint,
the ugly white vinyl that you shared with the kitchen,
and then there was that leaky shower. (I won't even
mention the black duct tape.)
It was the leak that started everything, that's what
forced us to finally act.
Things were uglier under the vinyl than we'd hoped. Oh,
that didn't surprise us (although we hadn't expected the
hole under the sink from a previous toilet location). But
learning we needed to remove the shower and the
partial wall that framed the shower to get rid of
all of the water damaged particle board, that's what
made me most unhappy with you. That's when I said
those mean things about you.
To be honest, you scared me. Visions of rot and
god knows what filled my brain. Who knew what
would be behind and under the shower? Look
at the hole under the sink! Really? Wouldn't that have
made you suspicious?
This is where the apology comes in. Look at you now.
The shower is gone, the ugly pea green vinyl is gone,
and you've given us no new surprises. There was
no structural damage, and the newish framing behind
the shower was all good and properly done. The girls
and I cannot get over how much larger you seem now.
You are bigger on the inside. You have so much potential.
I feel shallow to only start loving you when you are
halfway through your makeover. I have become the
guy in the romantic comedy who only falls for the girl
when she's been "fixed" by having her hair done and
clothes changed. Oh well. I'm sorry for the things I
said and thought about you, and I hope we will be
bosom friends from now on.