She sang "Happy Birthday to me." He laughed.

The mortar bed is out! We are one step closer and completely full of dust. Mila is grey-not because of old age. And everywhere we turn our clothes/skin turns into white dust! However, if I can somehow convince Mark not to take out the plaster walls this will have been the messiest part. And it is done!!!! I took a photo of my beautiful birthday door with the pile of concrete that Mark removed-we never said it was going to be easy. Or pretty, right away for that matter!