Saturday was a fun day. At least, it was if you consider that I’m using ‘fun’ in the most bitterly sarcastic way humanly possible.
I spent five and a half hours crawling around on the floor of an apartment, using 80-grade sandpaper (incredibly rough stuff) to sand paint and plaster splotches off of the hardwood floor that we uncovered after pulling the carpet up last weekend. By the end of it, my hands were rubbed raw, fingers were blistered…all in all, while the end result was nice to see, the process of getting there was severely un-fun.
Then, when I was done and Melvin came down to check it out, he said, “next time I’ll dig out my electric sander, and it won’t be that hard on your hands!”
I really think homicide would have been justified at that point. (Un?)fortunately, I didn’t want to see if I could grip anything enough to actually try.
This, incidentally, is why it took until tonight to start tossing posts up on the page again. I haven’t wanted to spend a whole lot of time typing for the past few days! But, I’m back now…woohoo?