2005-10-12 - 10:38 a.m.
The great laundry room renovation continues�.
For those who actually pay attention to my ramblings and have so for successfully staved off the effects of Korsakoff�s syndrome, you may recall that last February in a moment of sheer idiocy, I decided to repair some holes in my laundry room ceiling that the previous owner (to whom I loving referred to as �Fucking Russ�) had, for some unknown reason, made in an otherwise perfectly acceptable ceiling.
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It took several bottles of Jack Daniels to repair the ceiling, but not being one to give up; I eventually finished the job with results that would make a slightly retarded Bob Villa slightly proud.
The following month, I think I may have gotten into my wife�s estrogen pills because as you may also recall, I then had the overwhelming desire to �decorate� and paint the room an electric Pepsi blue vomit color.
Yea. That didn�t end well. I blamed the whole thing on those damn decorating home repair shows that are constantly on, as well as a lack of Jack Daniels. We ended up re-painting the room a subtle shade of grey.
After all, it�s a fucking laundry room, not the set for some bizarre Smurf themed porno.
If you want to read about that whole mess, cut & past this, Skippy: http://rickscafe.diaryland.com/050307_77.html
And now, having repaired the ceiling and painted the walls several times, we are now left with the floor.
The previous owner, Fucking Russ, for some unknown fucking reason cut fucking holes into the fucking laundry room floor.
Several nice, square fucking holes into the fucking floor.
What really screws with me, is that as best as I can tell, these holes weren�t made to repair anything, or to gain access to something. Nope. These holes have no rhyme or reason. They are simply several holes cut through to the sub floor.
Why anyone would cut several square holes into a perfectly good floor is beyond me. All I can come up with is that I am guessing Fucking Russ had something in the room that was too tall for the ceiling, and in a moment of fucking brilliance decided to cut fucking holes in the fucking floor so what ever fucking thing fucking Russ had would now fucking fit.
Thanks Russ. You fucking rock my home remodeling world.
Oh, did I mention the floor was also covered in wall to wall carpet?
Orange carpet.
Remember the Brady Bunch? The carpet was the same color as their kitchen.
Fucking Brady Bunch Orange Wall to fucking Wall Carpet.
Yea, I live in a regular Taj Ma Hal. Eat your heart out you non orange, no hole infested floor bastards.
So, the orange holey floor must go. Wish me luck; I�m off to max out my credit card at Home Depot and to pick up a gallon of Jack Danials.
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