About 2 weeks ago I called my husband at work at about 5:30 pm and asked.
L: "honey do we have a crow bar?"
G: He quickly and patiently responded with "why do you need a crow bar?"
L: Oblivious..."Oh I just need a crow bar"
G: repeated patiently "Lane, Why do you need a crow bar?"
L: Confessing..."Well I smelled dog pee in my sugar shoppe {craft room} and I got mad and took an exacto knife to the carpet and tore it all up, but don't worry i got most of it in the garage."
G: Confused..."What? How did you move the furniture?"
L: Innocently..."Oh I didn't, I just cut around it!"
G: A tad irritated..."Ok I will look at it when I get home."
He know me better than to think I just need a crow bar. We are not people to let the grass grow under our feet. We are MANIACS!
So Garrett came home and pulled up all the tack strips and helped me move the furniture. Then I rushed out to Lumber Liquidators and bought some really light laminate {durability is key in the crafting area} and we got to laying. Well he did. I just supervised and fed. It took him about a day and it was done!
So long story short due to his extreme allergies he pulled out the knife and ripped up the 500 square foot master and closet yesterday. So we are in disarray yet again! I think I am nuts Sadie Grace seems as of yesterday afternoon to be a sick chick, Wednesday I am going to an intense class at Methodist Hospital to get started on a very healthy diet and Friday is the enormous Dinner Auction that I am IN CHARGE OF. So our week is ridiculous, but oddly enough I am not even stressed! Go figure!