So we just finished a monster of a home project – 800 square feet of new wood floors. That means emptying rooms into other rooms and then into other rooms and then into yet other rooms, ripping out the old carpet, carpet pad, pulling up tack strip, staples, glued down linoleum, stapled down masonite, and that’s just the prep.
My Beloved took a few days off of work to do this with the help of a friend from church, Brian. Without Brian, this would not have gotten done. Period. Let alone look as beautiful as it does – and believe me, it’s be-yooo-tee-ful. (Can’t find the camera cord in the debris of room emptying and shuffling… will post pics when I do.)
So today as my Beloved was cutting baseboard, Brian was going behind him and nailing it up and caulking all of the gaps and basically making it look like a pastor didn’t cut all the baseboards a little wonky. Viking was watching him and so Brian asked him what he thought.
Viking: It think it looks OK.
Brian: OK? Just OK?!
Viking: Well, I mean, if that’s the best you can do…. (shrug and shake head….)
Pssssst…. Viking… be nice to the free help!
Fortunately it cracked Brian up.
