With the center of the floors.
Let's not talk about the perimeters. Oh gawd, the parameters of the perimeters... meters of perimeters!
But after five! 5! FIVE! days of non-stop sanding, he's declared a vacation is in order.
A vacation from his vacation.
And since I am sick to death of scrubbing sawdust off of everything and listening to the buzzing and the sawing and the sanding, I said, "yes please" and we're going camping.
We don't know where. Somewhere NOT HERE.
Until we get back and/or I post again, have some pictures of the cat. He's not enjoying the floor process, Alot.
We often find Alot on the changing table. |
And here's Alot in our bathroom window. |
I tell you now, while sometimes I think we should have named the cat something more normal, I still get a kick out of his name... Alot.
Bwahahahaha! Oh, the punny! The PUNNY!!
You're still sanding, better than you ever did. Lookin' like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid...
ReplyDeleteWhat?! I'm sorry, I read that title and all I get is Elton. I will not apologize, 'cause...
You're still sanding, yeah, yeah, yeah...
No apologies needed. That song's been in my head since the very first day when I asked the DB how he was doing and he replied "I'm still sanding."
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