Feb
17
2007

Babe, You Better Knock, Knock, Knock on Wood

What is it about men that can drive you crazy enough to eat mounds of hot-buttered bread any time it presents itself?  People, tell me!  Because according to my mother (Big H can attest), at some point in my life, I vowed to stay a distance of at least two feet away from hot-buttered bread at all times.

So, speaking of men and crazy, GR has made the proclamation that he’s bored.  In life.  Well, it doesn’t help that he’s often scared to leave the boundaries of the greater county area in which we live.  Because there’s a world of people and technology out there that he just doesn’t understand.  People and technology!  It is a frightening world…and GR is intimidated and jaded.

Anyhow, when GR gets bored, he starts poking around the house for things to change, which could be a good thing for me (new kitchen counter-tops?) or just plain crazy (where did he obtain the pink and black Chinese art prints hanging in the spare bedroom, and really, why?). 

His present gripe is the linoleum floor in our kitchen.  And I must agree, as you can see from the photos that follow, that our linoleum has seen better days.  Never mind that it’s only five years old.  We’ve had two puppies, scores of teenagers, and a mean ol’ refrigerator ravaging its existence.  So, it’s time for the linoleum to exit and for hardwood to enter (a good thing for me!).

See the rip here?  Bad refrigerator!

Refrigerator rip

 And see the ravaged floor, here?  Bad puppies and teenagers!

floor

So, we call for quotes.  Stick with me people, because these are the events that unfold. 

  • We get said quotes. 
  • We talk about said quotes. 
  • We toil over said quotes.
  • We throw said quotes away. 
  • We decide to go to Aruba instead.
  • We talk more. 
  • We argue. 
  • GR is intimidated. 
  • We scavenge said quotes (now covered in creamed corn) from a two-day old bag of trash.
  • We talk more.
  • GR is jaded.
  • We call back Mr. Hardwood, (true name of this guy’s company, and really?  Mr. Hardwood?  I’ll refrain from any juvenile jokes) who happens to be highly recommended.
  • We negotiate a new and better price (based on GR doing some prep work).
  • People…we are getting hardwood!!   

Now, I must say, this is probably not the end of this saga.  The hardwood is due to be delivered to our house on the 28th of this month and installed on March 6th. Between now and the 28th, GR might proclaim boredom yet again, ditch the entire hardwood idea, and remodel the basement bathroom or some such craziness. Because that’s just the way GR is…wishy-washy and jaded.  And that is why I eat hot-buttered bread.  Even though somewhere in my past I vowed not to.

Sudsy Comments

February 19th, 2007 at 2:45 pm
Sophie said,

I can think of much worse traits in a husband. Mr. Hardwood, oh dear! (snicker) But anyway, congrats on the new floor! Hmmm… Aruba sounds nice…

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