Help me, Obi-Mom Kenobi! You’re my only hope.

No, it’s a functioning sink in the half bath! After only a little less than 5 years, we’re finally able to wash our hands in the actual bathroom used. No more going out into the kitchen. No more gaping hole in the wall. No more exposed piping. No more sink and pedestal boxes hanging out in the storage area.

Giving up on the dream of a new kitchen floor anytime this century (we’d really rather use the cash to travel and, as Yoda says, “It’s vintage”), we bit the bullet, bought the faucet & hardware and put the sucker in. All that’s left is to touch up the wall that got scuffed, and paint and install the quarter-round. Oh yeah, and find a small cabinet or such to hold the “essentials” over the tank.

Snaps to Dad Windu for not losing his mind when a) the faucet instructions were pathetic; b) the floor isn’t level; c) the drain pipes were off-set; and d) the pipes leaked and the whole thing had to be taken off the wall so that the drain’s washers could be replaced.

We have a sink in the half bath, oh, happy day!