LOTS of screws.
Despite a stern warning from the project manager, I accidentally punched a hole in the sheetrock when trying to crowbar the molding off. Dang. Now we're gonna have to mud that spot too.
I think a man working [in]doors feels more like a man if he can have a bottle of suds. That's only my opinion...
And that's how it came to pass, that on the last day of the job, the crew that tore up the tile floor in the winter of '10...wound up sitting on the floor at 6 o'clock in the evening, drinking icy cold MGD 64, courtesy of the hardest screw that ever walked a turn at Shawshank State Prison. ;)
...and the view from the stairs.
Au revoir, horrid tile!
We ran out of sanding belts, so the floor needs more sanding. But its there!!
1 comments:
I am SO glad to see that the lovely old flooring goes on into the kitchen You two deconstructionists are gonna' be so houseproud when your work is done....
xxcjn
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