The keys came on Thursday night. One hour later...
...and I'm already tearing up carpet!
"I" obviously meaning my dad and brother. The real I "supervised". (Totally accurate use of quotation marks on both accounts.)
Three hours later...
...and, new carpet was ordered by midnight. Kimmy don't play.
The past two days have been devoted to shop vacs, tape measures, scrubbing bubbles and shopping trips. (Not the fun kind.)
Of course, that also means the fine cuisine of Home Depot.
And, way too much takeout pizza for a woman of my age and metabolism.
Some things I've learned so far:
- Always be born into a family of strapping men.
- Hoarding furniture piece by piece while paying for a storage unit paid off. It's so much better to spread those expenses out over time then to take one big stressful and bank-busting shopping trip at crunch time.
- Those dated dining room mirrors I once hated, I now realize I'll miss once the furniture is moved in and I'll have to discontinue the one woman dance-offs.
- Heavy lifting up several flights of stairs is about as much fun as I anticipated.
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| STAIRS!!! |
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| MORE STAIRS!!! |
Bonus: I fully expect calves of steel by the end of next week!
Extra tidbit for my regular readers: The drunk guy that fell into a bush and starred in one of my prior house hunting posts lives directly across the parking lot from my Florida room. This ought to warrant a binoculars purchase in the near future.
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| Top window, abode of the entertainingly drunk home owner. You're welcome. |
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