I wish I could say I rested and relaxed, vacationed and had some fun on Labor Day weekend, but that is not the case. It was truly a Labor Day weekend in the Labor sense of the word. Not having baby ‘labor’, which is what I think of when I hear the word ‘labor’, but the working type of labor. Actually my husband did most of the labor, I did some. I can’t measure worth a darn nor do I want to use a hand saw, so I left that up to him. So what did we do, you ask? We spent all 3 days putting down a laminate floor that looks like wood. It really does. And we put it in the worst traffic area of my home; my office area. When you walk into my bedroom off the hallway, my office area is in another little hallway. So all day every day I walk from the hall to my desk chair. The carpet just got intolerably dirty and it just had to go. So it did. And we did it. And I love it.
Not all of us loved it at first. Namely my dog Summer who always lays under my desk at my feet when I type away at the keyboard. She was pretty pissed off at us in fact. So, not to upset her any longer, the shredder was moved into a closet instead of residing under my desk and I put a nice little sheepskin pad there for her to rest on. She’s happy again.
I wish I could say I rested and relaxed, vacationed and had some fun on Labor Day weekend, but that is not the case. It was truly a Labor Day weekend in the Labor sense of the word. Not having baby ‘labor’, which is what I think of when I hear the word ‘labor’, but the working type of labor. Actually my husband did most of the labor, I did some. I can’t measure worth a darn nor do I want to use a hand saw, so I left that up to him. So what did we do, you ask? We spent all 3 days putting down a laminate floor that looks like wood. It really does. And we put it in the worst traffic area of my home; my office area. When you walk into my bedroom off the hallway, my office area is in another little hallway. So all day every day I walk from the hall to my desk chair. The carpet just got intolerably dirty and it just had to go. So it did. And we did it. And I love it.
Not all of us loved it at first. Namely my dog Summer who always lays under my desk at my feet when I type away at the keyboard. She was pretty pissed off at us in fact. So, not to upset her any longer, the shredder was moved into a closet instead of residing under my desk and I put a nice little sheepskin pad there for her to rest on. She’s happy again.
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3 comments:
The new floor looks fabulous. Poor puppy! They do hate change.
My dog has to have a towel she can ball or twirl up into a nest. It involves her snout and lots of scratching into just the right form. She has ruined many an inflexible door mat. Dogs are so silly! Yours looks pretty sarned content, though.
Nice job! It looks great.
My dog is the opposite - he loves to lie on the wood floor.
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