Rock star on the phone with my husband
Elliot Easton of The Cars was just on the phone with my husband. It was a regular cell phone call, my man sounded very normal, walked around our barely-there house to get better reception, and finished up the call with no indication that he was on the phone with a ROCK STAR.
My man is cool like ice.
We've got a big red dumpster in the driveway. Filled it three-quarters of the way up with stuff taken out of the house. This is the second dumpster we've had, mind you. This second dumpster is 5 feet shorter than the previous one, is 25 bucks cheaper, and is a delicious shade of serious dumpster red. And it's almost full again.
We kind of ran out of things to put in the dumpster. You're not supposed to put real trash in the dumpster, nor are you allowed to put plastic garbage bags in the dumpster. So we hauled over all the plastic garbage bags containing de-construction debris, pushed them onto the pile in the dumpster, and then cut open each bag with scissors so we could dump the contents into the dumpster properly.
Since we ran out of things to put in the dumpster and we still have several days til the dupster is taken away, we decided to remove the laminate floorboards from the library.
The library has pretty honey-colored, bevel-edged wooden-like boards, but the wood is just a tease. It's some sort of special treated wood, so that if you tried to sand it down, it would get sticky and gum up the sander. The floor did dearly need a refinish, and since no refinish was welcome, the pretend wood had to go.
We were kind of excited about it going, especially since there's a smooth oak plank floor underneath all the laminate. Right? So we pull up the first board. There's a black, gunky, hardened goo under the first board. We pull up others. Goo has been slathered everywhere, directly on top of the beautiful oak floorboards, so that the laminate can be stuck on top of it. The laminate is additionally nailed into the oak, as well as being securely glued via tongue and groove to each laminate plank. The goo is unnecessary! The goo is ugly! The goo is all over our perfectly-imagined two-and-a-quarter inch oak planks!
The official name is mastic. I dreamed last night of mastic. I believe I was in a boat, and the lake turned into mastic, and it was dangerous. I was mad and sad, just the way I got in real life when we pulled off that first board.
Pulling laminate boards that are nailed, stuck together, and glued to the floor is not nearly as thrilling as being on the phone with a rock star.
My man is cool like ice.
We've got a big red dumpster in the driveway. Filled it three-quarters of the way up with stuff taken out of the house. This is the second dumpster we've had, mind you. This second dumpster is 5 feet shorter than the previous one, is 25 bucks cheaper, and is a delicious shade of serious dumpster red. And it's almost full again.
We kind of ran out of things to put in the dumpster. You're not supposed to put real trash in the dumpster, nor are you allowed to put plastic garbage bags in the dumpster. So we hauled over all the plastic garbage bags containing de-construction debris, pushed them onto the pile in the dumpster, and then cut open each bag with scissors so we could dump the contents into the dumpster properly.
Since we ran out of things to put in the dumpster and we still have several days til the dupster is taken away, we decided to remove the laminate floorboards from the library.
The library has pretty honey-colored, bevel-edged wooden-like boards, but the wood is just a tease. It's some sort of special treated wood, so that if you tried to sand it down, it would get sticky and gum up the sander. The floor did dearly need a refinish, and since no refinish was welcome, the pretend wood had to go.
We were kind of excited about it going, especially since there's a smooth oak plank floor underneath all the laminate. Right? So we pull up the first board. There's a black, gunky, hardened goo under the first board. We pull up others. Goo has been slathered everywhere, directly on top of the beautiful oak floorboards, so that the laminate can be stuck on top of it. The laminate is additionally nailed into the oak, as well as being securely glued via tongue and groove to each laminate plank. The goo is unnecessary! The goo is ugly! The goo is all over our perfectly-imagined two-and-a-quarter inch oak planks!
The official name is mastic. I dreamed last night of mastic. I believe I was in a boat, and the lake turned into mastic, and it was dangerous. I was mad and sad, just the way I got in real life when we pulled off that first board.
Pulling laminate boards that are nailed, stuck together, and glued to the floor is not nearly as thrilling as being on the phone with a rock star.
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