Can we move in with you?Maybe move house?
Basically my husbands bitching has wasted his energy, and my wrath over this bullshit flooring and his ease in waving the white flag comme les francais has converted to raw energy, and I've chiseled the floor away to about 70% done in 2 hours.
Which is why I told you to go do the quiet, easy cleanup job while I lay waste to our living room. And you STILL manage to bleed out from a pinhole in your leg from the paint scraper :/Also I have bruised hands and knees from being on blood thinners, go figure.
Which is why I told you to go do the quiet, easy cleanup job while I lay waste to our living room. And you STILL manage to bleed out from a pinhole in your leg from the paint scraper :/
Go put on a clean didi and get back to work!Wahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Can we move in with you?
Which is why I told you to go do the quiet, easy cleanup job while I lay waste to our living room. And you STILL manage to bleed out from a pinhole in your leg from the paint scraper :/
Sawzall with a set depth. Cut out the underlay ply.
I didn't put in cheap shit.
It's always the PO's fault.... Like with a used carNeither did we, dummy. Previous owner did.