So last night I noticed the bathroom mirror was loose–the screw holding one of the bottom sides was halfway out of the wall. After further examination, I worried about it falling on the kids and decided to take it down–it was here when we moved in and was old and tacky anyway. I held it while Dean unscrewed it (did I mention it was MIDNIGHT?), and as he was doing that, I said, “Bet there’s a hole in the wall behind this.” Every time we’ve replaced or repaired anything in this house, there’s been something ridiculous under what looked just fine outwardly. Sure enough, it looked like someone took a hammer and smashed a 5×6″ hole in the drywall. There were a few other smaller holes–like the size of a penny. It’s patchable, and we were reminded again of how glad we are to have painted the bathroom. I’m sure the current apple green is not everyone’s idea of a good time, but after that Grey Poupon color, we needed something brighter.
Now that we have that old mirror off anyway, we thought about framing it out or something, but can’t because of an oddly-placed electrical outlet (another lovely feature of the house–very, very strange outlet situations here). I think I’ll just hope there’s enough green paint left for the mayhem (3 different colors!!!) that removing the mirror revealed and start perusing Craigslist and other avenues for a free/cheap mirror set-up. While I won’t miss cleaning it, the kids will–and I’ll miss having an easy chore to assign the youngest.
While we don’t have any truly horrific stories about stuff left/done by the previous owner, there’s just been a lot of irritating things which become all the more irritating in that they leave us with more work, but without a good story. Now THAT’S adding insult to injury!