It is time for a new floor. Don't tell CB. He is not on board with this. Keep in mind that I have been using a stove with one broken burner for the past 8 years. But who's counting.
I am. That's who.
I digress.
While chatting on line with 2 strange men both of whom said they knew how to put in hard wood (I think they were talking about floors. Weren't they?) I decided to invite them to my house for a long weekend and we'd get the job done.
Still talking about floors.
They readily agreed and began talking about who was going to bring the nail gun and who was going to bring some kind of saw.
See, I told you we were talking about floors.
I said I'd provide the alcohol because, after all, you can't operate heavy equipment without alcohol.
In case some of you are worried about early onset Alzheimer's, I do know the 2 guys - we've been friends for 30 years - and it's high time for a reunion.
Speaking of high, one of them asked who was going to provide the medicinal marijuana since we are all so old and most certainly a job of this kind will make our backs hurt. I volunteered several of my clients.
I kid. I kid.
We are shooting for sometime during Christmas Break. If it happens, there will be so many pictures of proving that drunks can get the job done.
Again, do not tell CB. I think he'll just have to wake up one morning and see the kitchen torn up. It will be better that way.
It's easier to ask for forgivness than to ask for permission.
