For latecomers, during the interregnum of the downstairs tenant's exodus we had a root clog a septic line and the lower story filled up with poop.
Which is a workable metaphor for the whole last year- disaster leading to renewal and evolution.
We upgraded from a carpet that looked like a mechanic's hand towel after an oil change to this glorious bamboo warmness:
A symbolic way to ring in the New Year.
I can't wait to see how awesome things will look after we paint the joint.
The old carpet was the worst I've ever seen.
Bare plywood after we tore it out made the place 1000 times more appealing.
Now I'm jealous- the downstairs is a dance party waiting to happen while we're still shuffling around on a rug that was fresh and eager when Michael Bolton still stalked the Billboard charts like a sexual tyrannosaur.
12 comments:
No, fucKing. way.
CHRIST ON A CRUTCH
dance party = instant floor death.
unless you are in your socks but that is stinky and lame.
I see no point in having a wood floor EXCEPT to host dance parties.
a "root", eh? I remember one of these "roots" of yours clogging my sewer pipe one time...
did you have to tear out your carpet? no? then I don't wanna hear it!
Purty!
hahahahahah -- baxie, you have totally become a grumpy landlord!
i love it.
dude, what self-respecting grumpy landlord would be *praying for a dance party* on their new wood floor!
alright, alright -- then a really HIP grumpy landlord.
How about a really drunk grumpy landlord?
heh.
a very lovable, drunk, teddy bear of a hip, grumpy landlord.
baxie, have you shaved you cut your hair yet? because we need to add either 'shorn' or wild-haired to the description...
woody, you're not helping my case here.
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