Today the new carpeting went in upstairs and while we waited for the men to finish working, we started installing the new kitchen sink and faucet. Because during any job we do together there comes a time where I’m just in the way, I decided to do some cleaning. I started in the den by putting some wood polish on all the woodwork.
Later, I decided the half bath could use a little cleaning. I also wanted to scrape off all the drips of paint the drunk, one-armed, half-blind painters left when they painted the entire house in 15 minutes flat. Ok, that was before we bought the house so maybe they took 20 minutes. What I mean to say is that the paint job is horrendous.
As I cleaned the countertop, I looked over at the new toilet and realized that it was filthy. The guys who worked on our floors last week have, evidently, never actually used a toilet. I can only assume they are used to troughs or the floor, because that’s about how much accuracy they had. Yeck.
The better-half said “boys are sometimes bad about that”. I replied with my sister’s theory that “boys are bad”. Her theory is pretty good. Next time you see her, ask her about it.
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Setharti
Thanks. Port wine cheese, yum.