Me,
wailing about the difficulty of fixing the ceiling, because it's made
of plaster.
Me: It's not going to be
as easy as it looked in that one video. I'm not going to be able to
screw through plaster. The wood slats are too close to the plaster
bit, so I'm not going to be able to fit two by fours up there. And
that hole is 30 inches by 19 inches. That's not a patch job. But it
will get done. And I know one thing. When I patch my hole, it's gonna
look better than when Mom patched her hole. And don't say what you're
thinking.
Austin, snickering.
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