why do we have to pull the deck off to put in my kitchen floor?
but it’s true. there was just that little tell tale, rotten spot (to the right of my foot) that compelled marc to check it out on one of his lunch breaks. when i opened the door to check on him, he was busy tearing apart the house. i can see daylight in the basement now. i asked, “um, at which point in this progression of events do i actually get my floor?”. it wasn’t good.
so i called my dad. my brother and him are driving 7 hours and will be here today. so we are going to have a knock out, drag out weekend. with maybe pink, bubblegum vct at the end of it. and new french doors.

cute, stubby little toes.
she gets them from her mom. wasn’t she blessed.
only mine are longer.