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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