Attic

So, our project for the past 2 weeks has been insulating the attic. And by 'we' I mean, Trent. Because as you can see, I couldn't fit in there, in my current state. He told me he had to crawl along the plank he set down to get in to the back of the house so he could fix a few wiring problems before we sprayed the insulation. I thought he was exaggerating. The hole in the ceiling is where out old swamp cooler vented, He thought central would be the best access, since it's in the middle of our house, that's where he went in. His other option was at the far East of the house in our closet.

I got up there and took pictures last night. It was no exaggeration. There's not even enough space to crawl on your hands and knees.

Unless you are under a foot on your hands and knees.

He said he's run across all sorts of fun stuff, dead mice, spiders...... This is why you marry a man, that can fix things. It saves you tons of money, we figure after the rebate, we won't be out of pocket anything, and you get to tell people your husband can fix things. And I admire him. It reminds me why I love him so much. He can pretty much do anything.