Remodeling is like pulling a loose thread on a cheap sweater - the job keeps unraveling.

My husband says that I'm afraid of heights, but that's not true. What I'm afraid of is falling.

It seems to be a rule of life that the less qualified you are to give counsel, the more counsel you give.

Truth is funnier than most things you can make up.

I have never enjoyed an experience that begins at five A.M.

Remodeling defies the principles of modern commerce. You shell out great sums of money to people over whom you have no authority or power, yet these same people are constantly insinuating that you're cheap. (It reminded me of medicine, another area where you shell out great sums of money to people over whom you have no authority or power, who make you feel guilty for questioning a bill.) Construction workers are the blue-collar version of the snooty salespeople at Gucci who make $8 an hour but look down on you if you balk at a $400 alligator wallet.

... trying to control construction costs is like trying to control the cost of a hospital stay. You may not realize that when you sneeze and the nurse hands you a box of tissues, it generates a $5 charge on your bill. But you still have to pay.