Basement Boogie: 96 hours or bust

If you follow me on The Twitter, you may have noticed that my posts as of late are few and far between, desperate chokes for above-ground air. That's because I've instituted a take-no-prisoners approach to killing this basement reno by my birthday.

Which. Is Monday. 96 hours from now.

Yes, I'll be spending my final hours of my mid-20s hopped up on Mocha Frappucinos,  covered in dust and paint, laying floor and touching up trim.

I'm manic about finishing. Example: I met Hubs at home over lunch today to paint trim and hang doors. By doing this for three days this week, we squeezed in an extra three (wo)man hours.

Here's the big weekend to-do list, in no special order, save the last step:

• Finish touch-up mudding on a weird ceiling section
• Paint touch ups on ceiling
• Touch up paint around fireplace
• Grout tile back splash on bar
• Hoe the floors to remove chunks of mud we let sit for too long
• Vapor barrier the floor
• Final coat of paint on stair treads
• Buy a TV
• Hang TV
• Electrical inspection
• Building inspection
• Paint laundry room door
• Hang laundry room door
• Trim all windows
• Trim shelves
• Put door handles on
• Hang doors
• Make bar top
• Stain bar top
• Trim bar top
• Epoxy bar top
• Seal counter top
• Finish outlet covers
• Finish painting trim
• Paint laundry room again
• Paint laundry room ceiling
• Move out trash
• Paint laundry room floor
• Spray paint bar stool wood
• Add second handrail
• Lay floor
• Lay trim
• Putty trim
• Touch up trim
• Move back in
• Beer. Me. Bitches.

Wish me luck. I'll see you kids on the other side.