I wonder if the carpet layers will be able to move the puano on their own because I sure don’t wanna be bothered with it.Friday, November 30th, 2007
Yes, that shower head got me on a roll. One of my little missions for today involved the vacuum cleaner and what we call the “back room,” although most people who own old ranch houses (or whatever this is) with Aaaa-ditions on the back would probably call it the “family room.” I was just vacuuming up the big chunks and not moving large pieces of furniture around, although I do need to do that one of these days. Anyway. I’m sorry, I just can’t stand it any more. There’s that footprint (you can’t see it in the picture) that I *swear* happened the day we moved the puano over from Royal Joke. I don’t know (or care, kee-reist!) whodunnit. But somebody tracked something in that permanently imprinted a footprint shape into my already old and crappy
chocolate poop brown carpet. I do not know what was on their foot. That was, lemme see, I think it was the winter of 1985. I’d blahg more about it but there were a few youthful-type side stories that fall into the category of things-I-won’t-blahg-about. But, yaknow, vacuuming just seems futile any more. There are all those little burned spots back by the fireplace where sparks came popping out onto the carpet and melted it. You can’t see those in the pic either (and there are some on the couches too, sigh). And then there are the carpet tacks that stick up at the edges of the carpet by the sliding doors and in front of the hearth. Yes, we had little kids here with those things. Bad parents with kids smart enough, even as toddlers, to avoid things like that. I usually ignore all that stuff. I’ve been ignoring it for at least 20 years. But I dunno. When I went back there to vacuum up the big chunks today, the light was just at the right level that I could see how horribly awful the rest of the carpet shabby piece of synthetic whatever that more or less covers the floor looked.
Okay. I have had enough. This is like the shower head. Or like the time that I decided I had been living with a crack in the seat of the Blue Toilet for long enough. I may *be* a Trailer Trash Mom but I am sick of *living* like a Trailer Trash Mom*! Why don’t we forgo packages under the tree this xmas** and give each other some brand new back room carpeting? Okay? The Dexter Floor Store has the measurements for the room. C’mon, it’ll be fun!!!!***
*Paula, where are you when I need you? Grrrrroooooaaaaaarrrr!!!
**Don’t worry, little lizard, you will have packages to open.
***We’ll talk about the kitchen floor — and kitchen — later