One’s Man Ceiling Is Another Man’s Kitchen Floor
The Spouse has hated our ceramic tile floor in the kitchen since the Earth cooled. Since the only thing I gave her on Christmas was a peck on the cheek, I thought it was fine time I got off my keester and proved I really was “Mr. Home Improvement.” Approximately 6 weeks into the job, we’re actually getting ready to lay down the new oak floor this weekend. There’s an art to juggling two careers, two kids, being President of the PTA, and cooking meals from scratch, and unfortunately, we don’t seem to have mastered that art just yet. But we’re getting there!
Feel free to leave me your tips, but if you notice anything wrong–please, by all means–keep it to yourself…
February 17th, 2007 at 7:58 pm
About twelve years ago, my ex-husband and I were watching a TV home improvement show featuring a married couple. They did something spectacular in a half hour, like replacing the entire front porch on their house. I silently noted that they had a staff of dozen of people, materials supplied and readily available, every possible tool at hand, adequate funding, judicious editing of the time involved, etc. Yet my ex turned to me and said, “Why can’t we do something like that?”
Brad and Deena, I admire you for even trying. Succeeding like this is beyond my wildest dreams. You guys are the greatest.
P.S. Brad once successfully installed a fine piece of bottom weatherstripping on the back door of my mother’s house in Royal Oak. The garbage disposal, however, remained a cloudy, leaky cylinder despite its cocoon of GOOP.