This is my kitchen, along with part of my living room. 3 months after my dishwasher left a 5 foot area of water damage they finally came today to tear up my floor; turns out the MENSA members who put the hardwoods down didn't just nail it, they freaking GLUED it too.
So I've got plastic over my furniture, an inch of dust covering my counters and appliances and they are only half way through tearing it up.
I should interject here that I don't like to leave cups in the sink when I go to bed at night; how in the name of Ted Williams I'm gonna go to bed with THAT mess right outside my bedroom door is going to play itself out over the next 3 hours or so.
If the Red Sox were playing tonight I think I'd be OK; they aren't, which means I'm probably going to be up at 1 am with a bottle of 409, a wet rag, and some serious anger issues.
I really should seek professional help.
On friendship and (more) healing.
6 hours ago