Thursday, August 23, 2007
At one of the very first homes I ever rebuilt (after a fire), we pulled out every bit of sheet rock, and then spent a week pulling drywall nails from the studs. At least every single day, I was convinced that I had them all. And each day more would be found.
By the end of the week, I was accusing JJ of putting the nails back in just to annoy me. And a month later when we were putting up the new sheet rock, I found a few more that had been missed.