Nope! I haven’t been writing. Haven’t been walking. Haven’t been sipping champagne and loving the golden years. To be honest, the golden years is a highly over-rated, over-used, big fat lie!
Take a giant step into my world and you’ll see what I mean . . .
Hubby and I decided to take up our nasty, thirtysomething carpet and install vinyl plank flooring. Just the two of us. Throughout the entire house. Piece of cake!
But first, we had to move furniture . . .
Then take up the carpet and the padding and staples and nails and carpet strips. Those carpet strips were almost as stubborn as me (I know it’s “I” but “me” sounds better).
Then we saw the horror Bella and Pepper caused. I still get angry thinking about it. Owning pets is not the easiest job in the world. Along with their cuteness comes a truckload of bad-mannered behavior and destruction. Rascal never behaved like these two wannabe queens of the house!
Thankfully, Kilz came to the rescue. Of course, it didn’t jump out of the can and spread itself all over the floor. And hubby got wore out watching me do it. Poor baby. I think he needs a nap.
We’re on day five. Am I frustrated? Have I cried a river of tears? Am I ready to leave the country? Oh, yeah! But, wait! There’s more . . .
Two days into this Mt. Everest project, hubby had an oncology appointment at the VA. Things are looking good. So far, he is still cancer-free for the second time around.
But . . .
On the way to picking up hubby’s uncle and aunt for a day of fun, a woman ran the red light and plowed into us. No one was hurt, thankfully. The surveillance video and police report were on our side confirming that she ran the light in spite of what she told her insurance agent. Seeing is believing, except for those wearing blindfolds of denial.
So. How did you enjoy your little visit to my world? Would you like to come back and help us install the rest of the flooring?
I don’t blame you!