This big crate was delivered the day before yesterday, with Indiana Jones in hot pursuit.
Actually, it's just the clawfoot bathtub for the big bathroom. But wow, it was packaged well, ay? I finally got out there with a crowbar this morning to open it up. My goals in opening it were as follows:
(1) No tetanus shots, and
(2) No damage to the bathtub.
I succeeded! Yay. If you have anything that needs prying open, let me know, because I'm all giddy with the thrill of crowbarring. It is extremely satisfying.
Inside the crate, it was wrapped in a blanket, which I put back on very gently (my bathtub baby) so that nothing happens to it before we can install it.
I am so thankful the delivery man put it in the garage for me. It weighs ten million pounds. They probably won't get to the big bathroom remodel until after Easter, and I would have hated for this thing to be sitting in my living room until then.
Although it would have given us some fun additional seating for parties and whatnot.
I have to tell you that the reason I am the most excited about this tub is because when I was a little girl, my grandma and grandpa (my dad's parents) had a clawfoot tub in their house, up on the second floor, and I thought it was the neatest thing in the universe. I loved how it wasn't connected to the walls, and how it had feet, and how it had a plug on a chain, and how the faucets said "hot" and "cold", and how you slipped around in it like a mermaid because it was shiny porcelain over cast iron, and how grandma had a box of Spic 'N Span perched on the windowsill, ready to clean up everything at any time. I need to buy a box of Spic 'N Span.