Anyway (assuming you're still here), yes: I really hate insulating and drywalling. So very, very much. But I must admit that it's hard to get a real hatred on for either task right, considering that we've actually finished both of them.
Insulation, see:
The first piece of drywall! (Only took 45 minutes! Yay!)
Drywall done! (Took a lot longer than 45 minutes! Yay!)
Let's take a closer look at the one behind the vanity, shall we?
Yeah - seven holes in a single piece of drywall. And it fit the first time! (Well, I had to rasp down the edge a bit cause it was a hair long, but the holes all lined up.)
Oh, by the way, I would still be working on that drywall right now, were it not for Mr. Not-Those-Clarks-The-Other-Clarkes. He's apparently completely insane, because he volunteered not once, but twice, to help me hang the drywall. Given the state of the War Department's back most days, he probably saved both of us AND our marriage... I will buy him much beer, and sing his praises to the cats (who will either completely not care, or hide under the bed until I stop).
Okay, so I still have one small patch to put up (that I only remembered while taking these pictures):
So.... GRR! I HATERS TEH DRYWALLZ!!!1!!!
Bah, it's easy enough. Oh well.
On to the mudding! (Well, on to calling Tony to come in and do the mudding, anyway. Why else would I be so calm?)
